Love At First Chat

Love At First Chat

Bhebcheng

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Im the type of person who doesn't want to have a Textmate. They're just a nuisance. Until one day my cousin gave my number and Fb account to someone. I never thought that I would fall for him because of that. But he has a hidden secret.

Love At First Chat Chapter 1 LAFC

JANINE POV.

I woke up to the force of the knock on my bedroom door, Who else could be so disrespectful that disturbs my beauty sleep. So I immediately stood up to find out who was knocking, when I opened the door I saw my sister with a beautiful smile.

"What's wrong with you and the early morning you're a nuisance,.?"

"Because sis, Ate Joana called me. There's a customer asking for your number. Wasn't it the last time you went there when you got angry.?"

"what now if I'm angry, it's their fault, I can't be angry for no reason you know me very well."

"Yeah, maybe he loves you at first sight."

"Nothing like that." "I'm sorry my dear but ate Joana already gave your number"

"what.?"

" sorry, ahaha."

"His just chat with you baby sis."

"my gush ate Joana! she knows that my number can't be given away."

"Call her girl."

Sometimes Ate Joana is really naughty. Why did he just give my number to him? I don't like texting or chatting. I don't have time for that. My mom, I can't chat because I'm busy with my work. someone else so.? The more I don't have time, they will just distract my focus from our business so that I go bankrupt and I don't want that to happen.

They raised me mommy to be away from other people, so I'm used to having only my family with me, So even at parties we don't go because we can have fun with our cousins It is said that it is better for us to spend ourselves in business or study than to waste our time on useless things that is why we are here in the Philippines because of that.

So I don't want a text mate. They will attach you to them then when you fall they will leave you alone in the air. I don't hate boys. That's how it really is now, even in the novels I read, everything is like that. See the many broken hearts now because of that. Im, not a man Hater im just stating the fact. Instead of pretending that I want to talk to or chat with someone. It is better to say it at the beginning so that no one can hope and no one will be hurt.

Ate Joana is the only one who wants to text or chat with me because I might be an old girl

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