Chapter 411
I grabbed Christineâs arm and made a beeline for the exit. He already had a girlfriend; there wasnât much need for an explanation.
It wasnât until we had completely vanished around the corner that Gregory finally averted his gaze, looking at Edith with an indifferent expression.
âWhatâs your angle?â
âMy angle?â
Edith gestured towards her phone with her lips, âJust trying to snag your âcasual friendâsâ contact for you. How do you plan on thanking me?â
Gregory replied coolly, âNo need.â
Edith smirked, âThen why did you stop her? All this playing hard to get, who taught you that? Itâs so outdated,â Edith said with disdain.
Gregory was unfazed, âEdith, has anyone ever told you that you look pretty decent when youâre not talking?â
She wasnât pleased with that, âLike a dog could ever speak of ivory. No wonder youâve been single for two decades.â
âGet lost.â
Gregory licked his back teeth, swearing with a smile.
[I accepted your friend request]
Suddenly, a new message popped up on his phone. He glanced down and waited, but no further messages came.
That was her style.
Always leaving without a word, cutting ties without a second thought, without
any remorse.
Maybe it was the nostalgia of their shared past that thickened over time. No matter what she did, he couldnât find it in himself to hate her.
Yet, he didnât want to let her off that easily either.
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Lest she never learns her lesson.
Opening her profile, he saw her picture against the backdrop of dusk, leaning on a balcony railing, lost in thought as she gazed towards the living room.
Bathed in the twilightâs afterglow, there was an indescribable loneliness about
her.
For some reason, it tugged at his heart.
After a moment, he tapped to view her stories.
He was afraid, afraid of seeing her flaunting a new relationship, of her being too happy. But what scared him even more was the thought that she might still be struggling, that Bryant was still causing her pain.
But there was nothing. She hadnât posted anything on her moments.
Back home, Edith suddenly snatched his phone away, âStop obsessing, youâve almost burned her picture into your retinas in just two hours.â
Gregory demanded his phone back, annoyed, âMy eyesight has only just recovered, and youâre worried Iâm ruining it with electronics?â
Edith paused, then remembered something, âShe probably mistook me for your girlfriend. You better clear that up soon, or youâll push her even further away.â
âMe, explain?â Gregory almost laughed in frustration. âIn your dreams.â
She didnât bother to explain herself to him, yet he was expected to clear the
air?
He wasnât that desperate.
Just âcasual friends.â
Right, âcasual friends.â
After my shower, the summer storm hit, pelting the windows with raindrops large as soybeans.
Christine held two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the
other.
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âYou okay?â
She handed me a glass.
I nodded, passing her the corkscrew, âIâm fine.â
Christine cautiously gauged my mood, stating the facts, âHe has a girlfriend
now.â
âHe should.â
Especially since heâs still in a wheelchair, these last two years must have been his hardest.
So proud and arrogant, it must have taken him everything to accept his reality. Having someone by his side, I should be happy for him.
Christine poured the wine, sat crossâlegged on the carpet leaning against the sofa, and lightly clinked her glass against mine, âWhat about you?â
I chuckled, âI have you.â
She looked at me with interest, laughing, âSo, you wonât choose love over friendship in the future?â
âNoâ¦â
I was about to respond when a message popped up on my phone.
[Lily, my leg hurts]
-Gregory.
I paused, setting down my glass, pondering a reply: [Why donât you ask your girlfriend to try a hot compress or a massage?]
[Thatâs my cousin]
[Sheâs out]
[Are you free?]
His replies came back instantly.