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Yourself To Blame

Penelope

"Hi," Tyrell mumbled after he sat on the bench beside me.

"Hey."

I tilted my head to the side and looked at him. He had been in his study since he returned from the office and he didn't even have dinner with us. After I was done eating, I went to my place of solace which was the garden in the mansion. I couldn't stop thinking about what Avery had said to me earlier today at the office.

Avery's words weren't words anyone should believe because most of the time they were filled with ...

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