Chapter 21 His fiancée

“I'm waiting!”

“Oh, o-okay.”

The call ended.

“God, Tyson, I hate you,” Lyra mumbled under her breath and glanced at the empty hallway. 

Thank goodness.

She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Dale. She couldn't even step inside to drop her bag—what if someone saw it when she left? 

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