Operation Falling | Operation Series Book 1

Chapter 52

I'm sure y'all are tired of reading my apology time and time again so maybe I should just skip that today 🥺.

This chapter made me feel all sort of ways especially Femi's POV and although it's rushed and unedited, I hope I was able to convey those feelings to you.

It's a very long chapter so I hope you like it.

Happy reading!

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Chapter Fifty Two

FEMI

"Should you be lying to her?"

Grace looks up at me from her phone, smiles and shrugs then presses send. I watch as the double tick on her message appears, signalling that her lie about being at home and falling asleep at any minute has been delivered to Cynthia.

She puts her phone away and smiles at me, "I assure you that's better than telling her that 'Oh, bestie. I'm currently at my boyfriend's house because there's no one at my house and I want to spend more time with him' because as soon as she finds out I'm with you, she's going to start asking questions."

I chuckle and nod, "Okay then."

I open the door of my car to get down and she does the same. The rain is drizzling now but our clothes are still drenched from when the rain started falling all of a sudden in the stadium. She comes to stand beside me shivering a little as she gazes up at my house.

"Your house is really huge." She comments, fascination evident in her eyes.

I try to smile at her remark but unfortunately, that's the exact problem I have with the house.

It's big. And empty.

"And we have it all to ourselves." I tell her, trying to be optimistic.

"How about your grandma?" She asks innocently. I haven't really told her about my parents but she knows I live with my grandma.

"She's at work. She has companies to run." I smile and she nods thoughtfully, looking like she wants to say something but she's holding back.

"That's admirable." She mentions and I nod in agreement. She shivers again and wrap her hands around herself. The chills are starting to get to me too.

"Let's go inside." I pull her towards the front door and let out a sigh of relief when we both step into the house.

Grace looks around while I unbutton my shirt. I watch as she takes in everything around her.

"I like your house. It has this ancient feeling to it." She murmurs then points at the grandfather clock that is hanging on a wall.

"Yeah, it's been around for decades now. Heard it was built by my great great great grandfather or something." I reply nonchalantly.

"You don't have a maid? Or someone who welcomes you and takes care of the house?" She asks, her eyes staring intently at me.

"We do have but she comes and goes. She doesn't stay here permanently." I explain to her.