Chapter seventy three

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Ara walked down to where she had instructed Prince Ire to wait for her. She had finished her paper for the day, walking down the quiet street where Prince Ire was waiting for her. They were attending the church programme together just like they planned. She had insisted they leave together after the instructions Moyin gave her. He wanted to see Prince Ire as well, but he doesn't want it to be so visible. He failed to tell Ara the full details, but he explained to her the major reason he rejected a ride from Prince Ire that day was because, there were things needed to be sort out before they can be seen together. That wasn't really clear to Ara, but she understood it could be the same reason Prince Ire wanted to see him for. Slowly, as Ara walked beside the road, she kept on remembering everything Moyin told her in the morning so as not to forget. She was tired, but the expression on her face made it look like she was mad at something. Mad at her exam questions.





Expecting to see any of Prince Ire's cars, but she didn't. Ara saw the same black Venza instead. This time around, it looked even more clean, shinning with the help of the sun above it. The moment Prince Ire saw her, he unlocked the car door for her and immediately she came in, resting her back gently on the seat.






His cologne made Ara shot her eyes up at him. The two staring at each other with love and undying passion.  But she discovered there was something different about his dressing, wondering if he was going to the church or somewhere else. His dressing was just like his brother, Prince Adedamola. Ara had seen the two brothers and could tell some differences in their dressing. Prince Ire slowly held her hand and broke the silence. "How was your paper?" He kissed her on the cheek. "Sure another A1 has been added to your result."





Ara who looked a bit tired ended up smiling. "Are you whinning me? With what I wrote on that answer booklet."






Prince Ire who had also been busy with a motivational book before Ara came in finally got to smile as well. He kissed the back of her hand. "Common babe, I trust you."




Ara shook her head at prince Ire. "Wahala for who no get brain to trust o." She chuckled and separated her hand from Prince Ire. "As per what I did there, my C is sure. I'm actually confessing it by faith."





Prince Ire gave up trying to say anything. His smile widened and he decided to sit well. Ara joked too much. He knew that already. As he was about starting the car, Ara decided to ask what she had in mind since she took her seat inside the car. "Babe, you didn't come with your car today as well? Is everything alright?" She asked, snatching her seat belt to her body. She couldn't help asking, knowing how much Prince Ire loved his cars. Prince Ire had come with the same venza he brought yesterday, and she could tell if not for any reason, he loved going out in his cars. 





"Actually, I stopped going out with my cars for now. Yesterday, I had to make everyone believe that something was wrong with them because Dad suspected something. He brought a skilled mechanic who is as well knowledgeable with the use of computer. He realised a tracking device was attached to all my cars. That alone alert them my whereabouts every time I'm out of the palace."






Ara looked speechless. "The struggle is real."





That made Prince Ire chuckled. He wasn't expecting such reply, but he loved the fact that she didn't show him any sign of pity but instead made him feel relaxed and not add to his worry. He understood what she meant. He then continued. "I decided to dress like Damola while he dressed like me today. He is to go to the the club I went to eight years ago. This will alert them that I know something. Or why would I go back to the same place I never wanted to be again? We didn't remove the device. So, for now, I haven't gotten a call from the security Dad hired after he told me I'm not being followed."






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