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Chapter 118
Andrea's POV Wayne's eyes followed me wherever I went. If I went to the bathroom, he'd follow me with his eyes. He couldn't stop staring at me and Dylan. But my mind was made up. Even though he had apologized, I felt there was a catch to it; Wayne cared more about power than his feelings for me—if there was still any. "Is everything alright?" Dylan asked when the party was about to be over, and I was showing signs of tiredness. "I'm fine," I said, wondering if Dylan knew what was going on in that banquet hall. "But I think I'll head home now." "Let me drop you off," he immediately offered, feeling in his pocket for his phone and keys. But I was already shaking my head. Inasmuch as I was angry with Wayne, I wanted to follow him home. To give him the benefit of a doubt. Dylan stared at
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