...TWENTY THREE...
She spent the rest of her working day thinking of what Sandra had said to her.
The woman knew her secret.
Chinwem was sure that she was just doing whatever she was doing to scare her off and she refused to be scared of like a little scared cat.
She also doubted that Clement had any secret he wasn’t telling her or any that if she pried he wouldn’t tell her.
She wondered what made Clement to ditch Sandra and was a hundred percent sure that it was the woman’s fault that it had happened.
She thought of asking Clement about the woman but thought better of it.
She knew Clement well enough.
He would go and confront the spiteful bitch and she might loosen her mouth, rat her out and enjoy doing so.
No!
She would not give the copper head that satisfaction.
This matter, of Sandra and their chance meeting—she wondered if it really was or if the copper head had planned this and tailed her—would be swept under the carpet till a suitable time.
If the woman didn’t strike, she wouldn’t act.
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By the time work was over, she had completely obliterated everything about her unfortunate meeting with Sandra out of her mind.
He was there to walk her home as usual when she was off her round and she wondered yet again if he never ever had work to do.
He always had too much time to spare.
She did not confront him on the matter because the last time she did, he had told her bluntly that he had nothing important except her.
He had said that every other thing can wait for her if the need arises.
She had pushed the matter and he had flared up.
He had told her that she was number one in his life that was why it was so and that if she saw anything wrong in such, then she didn’t see him the way he saw her.
He had left angrily after that.
She had chased him in a bid to pacify him but he was having none of it.
It had taken three apologies and one impromptu kiss to calm him down.
She had learned to keep her mouth shut after that.
‘Meseems you dance a hundred times better when I am there my sweet,’ he told her, taking her hand bag and her makeup box from her as they walked to his car which he always parked just close by so no one would chance upon them leaving unless he or she was a dancer.
‘How are you so sure?’ she asked him with smiling eyes.
‘Do you doubt me?’ he asked.
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Romance||-Completed-|| OUT OF ORDER SERIES: BOOK SIX {Chinwem-Clement} •~•~•~•~•~•~• Clement Ugwu springs upon Chinwem Chloe Nwabuagu out of nowhere. He is hell-bent on getting her to be his, persistent and there is nothing she can do to dissuade him. •~•...
