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If You'll Let Me

Author: Oma
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After breakfast, Lysander asked her if she would like to see Ashcroft Manor.

"It's not far," he said, his voice casual, like he was asking her to take a walk in the garden, not inviting her into his home, his history, his heart. "The estates border each other. Just across the valley. We could drive. Or walk, if you'd prefer. It's about twenty minutes on foot."

Celestine thought about it. She had never been to Ashcroft Manor. She had seen it from a distance, of course, the old gray stone manor o
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Cynthia
@Fluerette- I was wondering as well about how or why Lysander would have a car just parked there :D Still enjoying the story very much
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Fleurette
Where is he going to get his car? He arrived by helicopter. So is he going to wslk 20 in the cold to ho to his estate to get his car then drive back to her home to pick her up or is he borrowing of theirs?
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Leslie Benedict Jonsson
The author makes the mistake of contradicting details. For example first it's February and then she describes autumn things.
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