By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘You can’t buy me with that cheap flattering… Answer my question.’
Chioma scratched her head, feeling a bit embarrassed. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hide it from you. It’s just that I was afraid… knowing how much you worry about me… ‘
Andrew smiled slightly but said nothing.
‘I’m fine now. It was just a small scratch. It’s not something I couldn’t handle. Please forgive me… I had wanted to tell you about it in the evening…’
Andrew leaned back on his chair and asked, ‘Who was he?’
Chioma lost grip of her fork, causing it to instantly fall to the floor. She was completely not expecting such a question. She was afraid to lie; for fear that Andrew could have seen the man! She didn’t want to lose her brother’s trust in her just because of a man.
Although, Chioma had wanted to skip about the man who had hit her, but it seemed she would have to tell Andrew who he was. He was the man she had loved the moment she met him. Even now, she was still in love with him.
Andrew was shocked to see Chioma’s fork fall to the floor from her hand together with the weird expression on her face. He couldn’t help but suspect Chioma was in love with the man.
‘Are you okay, little sister?’ Andrew looked worried.
Chioma picked up the fork from the floor and gave a mischievous grin. ‘I’m fine,’ she said.
‘Chioma, is it possible that he was that same man you have been thinking of?’
Chuckling, Chioma answered, ‘I guess, yes.’ She paused for awhile before saying again, ‘But we’re worlds apart.’
‘What foolish nonsense are you spouting? He only has the trappings of this world, nothing more.’ Andrew was referring to Michael.
‘This is the better reason for our worlds apart. We can’t change that fact, big brother.’
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