LAUREN ZSANELLE
We are in Harrold’s car going home and we remained silent while his eyes are focused on the road only. We are both problematic, he may not tell it to me but it’s obvious that he has a problem and I’m having a problem with what I received a while ago.
I want to look for it. Should I hire an investigator? I breathe harshly. “Tomorrow, our wedding coordinator and our wedding dress designer will come to our house for the preparation,” he said so I look at him. “Oh okay,” I told him. Afterward, our phone beeped so Harrold stopped on the sidewalk so we can’t be disturbed the drivers. I open the message and it’s from an unknown number.
+6398080*****
Ma’am Lauren this is Gertrude. Can I get the number of Mikee? Thank you in advance.
My eyebrows rise. Is he hitting on my
