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Stella, what's wrong?

Stella hurriedly dressed up, picked up her shoes, and took to her heels as if she was pursued by an angry mob.

She cared less about the rain that was drizzling, as she got Inside her car, turned on the ignition, and drove out of his compound like a maniac.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly with tears trickling down her cheeks making it blur her vision.

She had to pull the break and park by the roadside before she gets into an accident.

Her heart was thumping with great ounces, her head was throbbing with great pains and series of thoughts was swirling through her brain. It was as if her whole body was on fire.

"Ha! What have I done?" Stella yelled in frustration and anger hitting her fist on the steering wheel as if it was the architect of her problem.

She still found it hard to believe what transpired between them in his room a few minutes ago.

"What was I thinking?"

Why did I not slap his hand off my body and walk out?

Why did I let my wall of defense crash d
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