C58 Chapter fifty eight
The gentle breeze that blew under the mango tree caressed their skin as they sat on the moulded bench.
Cherry scrolled through her phone as Lovelyn was bent on completing her note before going home.
"Wow, sometimes I wonder if this guy is into money ritual" Cherry muttered as Lovelyn looked up
"Which guy?" She asked while staring at her direction.
"Richard off course
