CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN.
ONE MONTH LATER.
“Baby, are you alright?” Jamal asked, concerned when he noticed that Adele was feeling uncomfortable on her seat. They were at Shannelle’s wedding reception. The day had been a very hectic one for both of them as they had to make sure everything was going on smoothly. Adele, who had been Shannelle’s maid of honor, was exhausted and her husband could see it in her eyes.
“Yeah, I'm good. Why asked?”
“You're really exhausted. The formalities are over, we can go home now.”
“No we can’t. Shannelle will feel betrayed.” Adele protested, but Jamal did not listen to her. He quietly rose to his feet and went over to the high table where Shannelle and her husband were seated. He engaged in a short, quiet conversation with them before returning to his seat to meet Adele.