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He looked stunned which somehow surprised me. I just hope he wasn't doubting himself because he was just perfect last night.

He shook his head, downed the remaining content in his cup. "I have something to tell you."

I paused, my hand frozen from swirling the tea. "What do you have to tell me?"

He looked away and fixed his gaze on something behind me. Then he finally returned his gaze, "It's about Aiden, it's actually about what happened years ago, his acclaimed infidelity."

"Oh," I muttered dryly, "that." It's my loss. Besides, it's okay now. He was getting married to someone who loves and trusts him and I've found someone whom I liked and who loved me. It was okay. That's the path that we've been destined to take.

"Yes, that," Dennis continued cautiously, misunderstanding the look on my face. "He actually didn't-"

"I know," I cut him short.

His brows rode up his hairline. "You knew? About what she did?"

"Yep!" I piped up as I nodded. I didn't really want to think about it. Though I only found out recently but," I shrugged, "it doesn't matter to me anymore. It's in the past now but atleast I know the truth now." "I'm sorry."

"Nah. I'm actually glad I found out. Somehow it makes it easier to move on. Besides," I held his gaze, "I don't want to hold on to the past anymore, I want to live in the present from now on." I took his hands resting on the table and smiled up at him. "Thank you, for everything."Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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Even when I pushed him away, he stuck to me and showed me that I was worth more than my past. That I was worth loving.

He intertwined our fingers, "It's nothing, Ana. I would do it all over again if I have to."

My heart warmed and my throat clogged up as ! ight my tears. Why did I refuse to see this all of these years?

With a gentle smile, he disentangled our hands and picked up your cups. I watched as he walked to the kitchen, dropped them in the sink and started to wash the cups.

After watching him for a while, longing to be in his arms again, I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around him and I hugged him from behind.

He rinsed the last of the cups and turned around to face me, wrapping his arms around me.

When I looked up at him, he took my lips in a slow sensual kiss. When he pulled back, he was beaming.

"I never thought this day would ever come," he whispered against my lips.

With a smile, I reconnected our lips. "I think I am the gladdest that this day came."

He smiled and we kissed. The kiss deepened and he hoisted me in his arms. I immediately wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing myself to him and enjoying the subtle moan that sounded deep down his throat.

He walked us back to the counter where he dropped my buttock on, his hands journeying into my shirt. His big hands cupped my bare breast under my shirt, fondling it in that way that made every rational thought fly out of my head. Soon, his lips latched on one breast while his palm cupped the other.

I tipped my head back and arched my back, pushing my boobs deeper in his throat. When he was done there, he trailed kisses down my stomach until he stopped at the button on my shorts and undid it. My hands were clumsy, shaky as I undid his belt then suddenly his phone rang.

He ignored it the first time and kept his focus on zipping my shorts. I was twisting my way out if it when the damn phone rang again.

With an irritated twist of his lips, he reached into his pocket. He checked his phone and turned to me, I'm so sorry but I have to go."

He kissed me for a long while. When he pulled back with a frustrated groan, he rested his forehead on mine. "I wish I could stay."

"It's okay." My voice came out husky and I cleared it. "Come back. tonight?"

He beamed. "Come back tonight."

He helped me down on my feet and I saw him off to the door, my mind. going over the fiasco that just happened this morning and I could easily see myself living the rest of my days like that with Amie and maybe a miniature version of Dennis.

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I suddenly stopped, frowning.

"Dennis?" I called as he stepped out of the door.

He turned back, "Yes?"

about what she did," I muttered slowly as I stared down at the floor as if the words were written there. I looked up at his face, "About what who did?"

Dennis locked hella confused. "Huh?"

My brows furrowed even more as I thought more about it. "What did you mean earlier when you mentioned if I knew..nat she did," I laid emphasis on the 'she', "I don't understand, who is the she?" "Clara," he answered.