THE GUY WHO KILLED MY BOYFRIEND
CHAPTER FIFTY
Dayne Jamila's POV
"Jamila, aren't you hungry? It's already late in the afternoon and yet you have not eaten any." Chelsea said.
I've been busy dialing Dylan's phone number but he is unreachable.
"Don't think of Dylan that much. I know he can win again his enemy." She moved closer to me then tapped my shoulder.
I sighed. It is easy for her to say it but I can't help but worry. Given the fact that he can make it, but what if something bad happens to him? Such having an injury? Or he will accidentally bump into something then he will forget me again? I can't take that. No, not this time. We are really happy these past few days... and look what is happening now.
