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 find myself delighted with you. Or else I cannot see her ever fathoming to return, knowing I won’t let it too.” He smirked.
“Did you truly physically a***e her?” I asked out of curiosity. I had heard s
