Chapter 132 - The Omar Issue Resurfaces

Chelsea stepped out of the bathroom and saw Dylan sitting on her bed. It wasn't an unusual sight at all. It wasn't the first time, it wasn't second time, and definitely not the third time he had entered her room while she was bathing and made himself comfortable. She has even come to expect it.

Whenever she was bathing, she would have the feeling that he had come in and was sitting down waiting for her. So most times she tried to walk out of the bathroom as elegantly as she could, expecting to see him sitted waiting for her. Though most times it was simply her imagination. Today's wasn't though.

As she stepped out she walked straight to the mirror to announce that she was out under the pretense of drying her hair.

"You know, I think you've already dried your hair, Chelsea" he said, obviously seeing through her facade.

She turned abruptly. "What?!" she blurted.

He simply smiled at her.

"You're not the one to tell me when and how may times I should dry my hair!" she fired.

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