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The girl pushed Rhea toward Zeenare.
Rhea fell into his arms, his hands around her waist, each sharing a gaze.
"Now then, I'd leave you two love birds alone while I go sell these fruits. Don't be late, Urith." She winked, stepping out of the stall.
Rhea wanted to tell the girl not to leave, and if possible, tag along with her. But she didn't know her; the only person she knew was holding her right now.
Rhea glimpsed at the door as her gaze returned back to Zeenare.
He was staring down at her with a longing look in his eyes.
Rhea's heart skipped as she stepped away from him.
"He looks different," she swallowed. "And extremely hot, dressed like that," she swallowed again.
His silver hair fell down his face as the length cascaded down his back, his jawline extremely defined, with little to no mustache on his face, making him look more manly and dreamy.
