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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN- THE REALISATION

Autor: Adwubi Gyimaya
last update Última atualização: 2026-01-27 22:24:49
Frank's POV

True to his word, my doorbell rang less than ten minutes later, an impatient, staccato burst. I opened the door to find Michael on my doorstep, his hair wind-tousled, his expression unreadable.

“Hey,” I greeted him.

He brushed past me without a word, his eyes scanning my apartment. “How did you get here so fast?” I asked, bewildered.

“I was already in the car when I called you. Where is she?”

“In my bedroom. Sleeping.”

A slight frown touched his brow before he smoothed it away.
Adwubi Gyimaya

So... Michael showed up awfully fast, didn't he? 🚗 And Frank's feelings are definitely more than friendly. Where do you think this love triangle is headed? Let me know in the comments! Don't forget to vote if you're enjoying the drama! ⭐

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