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Chapter Twenty Four

作者: Love Egbejale
last update 最終更新日: 2023-12-03 00:58:59

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I found it disheartening that Edwina dismissed my cautionary advice about associating with Justice, a man she knew little about and who posed potential harm to her family. While I appreciated her occasional stubbornness, I wished she would heed my warning and keep her distance from Justice.

Perhaps my concern was fueled by the notion that Justice was the type of guy who effortlessly captured hearts, evident in Edwina's older sisters being infatuated with him. This led me to fear that Edwina might also develop feelings for him.

My decision to visit her arose from my insecurities, stemming from the scarce moments I spent with Edwina lately, as she was frequently engrossed in activities with Justice.

Upon my visit to her house, I witnessed them dancing on the veranda, accompanied by music from the Bluetooth speaker she had borrowed from me, while her sisters enthusiastically cheered them on. Having been friends since the age of six, I had never witnessed Edwina dance before.

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