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

On getting there, she found the door ajar.

however, ignored the darkness and

she saw the

each end of the long dining table, there was a delicate candlestick with white

a bouquet of roses. The atmosphere was

A candlelight dinner!

Edmund wanted this?

around, planning to walk out. It was weird that

that time,

filled with shock and panic,

taken no more than two steps before bumping into Edmund, who had come in with the

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