CHAPTER 63: Prefect Dilemma

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Noah a hand against Tyron’s huge ass mouth, while the latter just kept saying things like ‘this is definitely blowing my mind’ and ‘I need to tell someone about this’. He mouthed something to André as Tyron still clapped excitedly like a nine year old girl, squirming from under his grip. André just furrowed his eyebrows at all of the incoherent words he thinks Noah is saying. “You want me to bring a rope?” Noah shook his head and mouthed again, slower this time. “You want me to push him off?” He shook his head more aggressively and pointed at the garden down below with his lips, finally getting André to understand. “What is going on?” Verity asked as she looked up at the second-floor balcony, her eyes on Noah and Tyron. “And who’s engaged?” André’s eyebrows shot up and he glanced at

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