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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Author: Onuorah Linda
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-13 23:49:22

J.J’s POV

Monday morning came too quickly.

The same white walls, the same polished floors, the same students pretending to care about grades while scheming behind their designer backpacks. The school looked the same, but something had changed.

Me.

Or maybe not.

Maybe I was just realizing that Carolyn Okoli—yes, Carolyn, the charity-case girl with the odd blue eyes—was still stuck in my head long after that final debate round ended.

It made no sense.

She defied me, embarrassed me, won... and then ignored me like I was irrelevant. She hadn’t even looked at me since we got off the plane from Lagos. And for someone who used to practically shake in my presence, that silence was louder than anything she could’ve said.

I hated how much that bothered me.

I hated that I noticed her absence in the lounge this morning.

George did too. He looked at me over the rim of his smoothie, one brow raised.

“She’s not coming today?” he asked casually.

“Why wouldn't she?” I snapped.

George gave me a look. “
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