Her heart sank. Leave for how long? I don’t know, he replied calmly. But it’s important.
I’ve been putting it off for a while, but I can’t stay here forever. Naomi’s gaze fell to the floor, heavy with the thought of him leaving.
She had grown so attached, and the idea of him leaving left a hollow ache in her chest.
“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered. Benson smiled gently and reached for her hand.
“You don’t have to miss me.” Confusion flickered across her face. What do you mean?
He hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly. “Come with me, Naomi. There’s nothing for you here.
You could have a better life in the city.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Come with you.”
“Yes,” Benson said, his voice filled with sincerity. “You don’t have to stay here. We could start something new together in the city.”
Naomi walked quietly beside him, her mind spinning with his offer. Part of her longed to be with him.
He had brought joy and peace into her life. Yet the city he spoke of wasn’t just any city.
It was the one she had left behind. The city of wealth and privilege she had escaped from.
Benson squeezed her hand gently. I know it’s a lot to think about, but we could have a good life together, Naomi.
A fresh start. I don’t want to pressure you, but I care about you, and I don’t want to leave without you.
Naomi smiled weakly, torn. I’ll think about it,” she whispered. “I just need some time.”
Benson nodded, his expression soft. “Take all the time you need. Just know that whatever decision you make, I’ll support it.”
That night, Naomi couldn’t sleep. Her mind drifted to memories of her past life, the luxury, the expectations, the emptiness that had followed her every step.
She had come here to escape all that, to live quietly. And now with Benson, she had found love.
The kind of love she had been searching for. But was she ready to return to the life she had left behind.
Meanwhile, Linda’s desperation grew. She had spent so long hoping that Fei would notice her, but it was clear he was pursuing Naomi instead.
That evening, she made up her mind. She would visit Fei at his house, hoping to regain his attention like old times.
Arriving at his door, Linda knocked, a strange sense of anticipation rising in her chest.
Femi opened it, surprise flickering across his face. “You? What are you doing here?” He asked, though his demeanor was tense.
“Fei? I need to talk to you about us,” she said softly, trying to find the right words.
Femi raised an eyebrow. “Us? I’ve been waiting, Fei,” Linda continued, keeping her voice steady.
Waiting for you to notice me, to realize I’ve always been here for you. But it feels like you’ve been chasing after Naomi this whole time, even though it’s clear she’s not interested.”
Femi sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Naomi is different, Linda. She’s not just a cleaner.”
Linda felt a wave of anger rise within her. “What do you mean she’s different?
She’s a cleaner just like me. What makes her so special?” Femi hesitated, then muttered under his breath.
She may be a cleaner, but she has a certain class about her. She doesn’t throw herself at men like you and most girls do at the office.
Linda’s heart sank. “So, you think I’m not good enough for you?” Before Fei could respond, a woman stepped out of the bedroom wearing his t-shirt.
“Babe, what’s going on?” She asked. Femy’s voice softened. “It’s nothing, sweetie. It’s just one of the cleaners at the office.
