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“Here we are, thanks to your desperation,” he said, turning towards her for a reaction. It sounded like an accusation.
“You never wanted this to happen?” she asked, her large eyes wide open, chin quivering.
“Come on, you must agree that your desperation made us think up this crazy move.”
“Maybe, but…” she fell silent, and sank into an armchair placed near the window.
“What? Don’t you know how much I am risking?”
He began to pace the room.
“It would be a scandal. I can’t be seen moving around with a mystery woman in a place like Shimla, where neither my family nor work calls me.”
He continued a monologue she did not want to hear.
“Shall we talk about something pleasant?”
He looked at her and stopped pacing. He walked to her. She was still stuck in thoughts, and the…
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