Chapter 27

• She wiped the tears, cleaned off her face, and walked into the bathroom to re-apply some make-up to help disguise her. tiredness. Yet, it didn't help much.
• As she walked out of the bathroom, disheartened, she aight a glimpse of a familiar figure standing on the stairs by the fire door.
• She knitted her brows. It was. Jameson Uba, leaning one hand and the other hand in his trouser pocket. He was looking out of the window absent-mindedly.