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'Should I talk to Ronan and apologize to him?'
Ezekiel Russell was trying to make up his mind to decide on one thing, though the consequences were uncertain that whether he would understand him or not.
Ezekiel took the bottle and pour another shot for himself, though he lost the count apparently but still it did not affect his senses.
'I mean it is not my fault, I did not do that intentionally. He will understand my situation that I did not know Renna Amaryllis and I belonged to the same family.'
He was continuously talking to himself with a self scolding sense.
'Argh! All of this would not have done if I had not lost my senses to her.'
Ezekiel Russell slammed the table which made every single person jump in their places, the guards on the duty in the mini bar created outside the lounge could feel their boss's troublesome mood.
"Fuck! She trapped me so easily that I could not even see her tricks coming."
