Edmund then sent her a text message.

“My place or yours?”

Chelsea squeezed her phone in anger

She replied with just one word. “Whatever.”

“My place it is then,” Edmund decided.

Chelsea put away her phone without replying to Edmund’s text.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

six o’clock in

house for Edmund’s. On getting there, she found the door ajar. She pushed the door

the darkness

she got to the dining room, she saw the decorations on the

each end of the long dining table, there

held a bouquet of roses.

A candlelight dinner!

Edmund wanted this?

her composure and turned around, planning to walk out. It was weird

for years, and in that time, Edmund had not so much as given

filled with shock and panic, as well as many

before bumping into Edmund, who had come in with the

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