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CHAPTER 22

ELLE

"Perhaps there will only be one boy whom I'd love till the day I die..." I was surprised when Neola suddenly stands from her chair, turning her head on the floor as she bit her lip, "Neo?"

"Uhm-I probably should be going, I needed to-" She paused, her cheeks red making me figure just as much of what she was thinking. I shake my head at her direction, taking Jacob's flannels as I lean close to her and whispered, "Neola," she raises her head, her eyes lost and guilty, "I'm talking about my boy, Jacob. There will be no boy on...