Please Come Back, Honey!

Please Come Back, Honey! Chapter 127

Wesley was not convinced. “Really?”

Emma hummed in response, trying to sound normal as she said, “Really.” She took a deep breath as she changed the subject. “Is your mom feeling better?”

With good-natured exasperation, he replied, “You’ve only been gone for a day and she’s already whining about how much she misses you. I’m starting to feel a little unloved.”

Emma laughed when she heard this.

Throughout the phone call, Trevor sat next to the bed without uttering a single word as he observed Emma’s interactions with Wesley. He felt as if a thousand arrows had shot through his heart when he saw her crack up at what Wesley had said over the phone.

When Emma hung up not long after, she could sense Trevor’s sharp gaze lingering on her. She did not meet his eyes as she scooted down from the bed, and it wasn’t until she was on her feet that she steeled herself to look at him, saying, “Can I go now? I’m perfectly fine.”

“Okay,” he said hoarsely, then cleared his throat as if to hide the fact that he sounded as broken as he felt.

Just as she was brushing past him, she said, “I’ve already paid Cerys for the blouse.” Her voice was cold and distant, matching her eagerness to draw the line between Trevor and herself, so much so that she had forked out her own money for the blouse.

Having said that, she left the room without giving him a second glance. He followed her wordlessly with his lips pressed into a grim line.

They still needed to go down to the police station to have their statements taken, so Emma had no choice but to take Trevor’s car. She had no other modes of transport, seeing as Zachary and Cerys had already left the hospital, though the latter had texted earlier, ‘Emma, Mr. Manson and I have to leave to attend to a couple of things. I’ll drop by your place tonight.’

As for why the two of them had left, it was obviously because they wanted to give Emma and Trevor some modicum of privacy. If not, then Emma would insist on leaving the hospital in Cerys’ car.

the hospital room. Clad in her work ensemble, Cerys stared out the window with an almost stubborn edge to her features

been poor while she was growing up, but that did not stop

Cerys’ upright stance. He grinned as he appraised her with glittering eyes, then asked, “It’s been a while since we saw each other, Cherry. You’re looking more beautiful each

thought you were engaged, Mr. Manson. Be mindful and don’t go around speaking to other women that

froze at first, then grew angry as he

what the media reported.” He even made the gossip column a few nights ago when he was pictured dining at some fancy restaurant with a

disbelief as he asked, “You’re telling me you have no idea how rumors like that get around even though you’ve been working for Trevor for years? Remember how

anything, he added unhappily,

his brief explanation. She looked a little shamefaced

other family. Besides, what’s the point of getting married and tying

spark left. Nonetheless, she lowered her gaze to hide the disappointment in her eyes. What did she expect? Zachary was a free spirit, so asking him to marry

out of her reverie. “Say, Cherry, what do you think makes marriage some compelling

deep breath and looked up at him, then said with a smile, “Maybe their hearts only have enough room for that one special person, and marriage is just a way for them to continue spending

her, Zachary accused, “Why do I feel like you’re lecturing me? That’s

saying that we all have different life choices, and

wanting to carry on this conversation with him, she turned on her heels and headed out for some fresh air.

out of here.” When he saw confusion flash across her features, he elaborated, “Trust me, the man you

that

spend time alone with Zachary, but he made a good

had left the signing event after Trevor, and moments later,

before getting into the