Joanna's POV
I FOUND A PLATE of jollof rice with chicken on the counter, like it was placed for someone. This made me shrug nonchalantly and take it, as I concluded I would ask Frank later.
“Francis?” I invited but got no answer as all his focus was on a screaming Ifeanyi.
I shook my head at his childish ways and said what I knew would get to him.
“Francis, I’m breaking up with you,” I voiced out.
He stopped abruptly and whirled to me.
“The hell you are!” he growled, with an expression I couldn’t comprehend on his face.
“What did you do, Frank?” Ifeanyi asked, an angry look in his eyes. The combined expressions on their faces made me break out in a giggle as I realized they both took it too seriously. The glares they sent my way after I had begun laughing made me shut up abruptly and clear my throat.