SAAFIA’S POV:-

It was late at night, Dariel was working in the dimly lit room. He was on the couch while I was sitting on the bed, watching my beloved look eye-pleasing in every possible way.

“I did not like the way Veronica was looking at us. She had so much envy in her eyes.” I began to speak, crossing my legs, hoping it won’t smear his mood.

“I didn’t notice. I was so focused on your felicity that I didn’t pay attention to another detail.” He replied nonchalantly, finger typing, eyes not removing from the screen.

“She was talking so much about you.” I muttered.

“Must be surprised to...