Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 224

"Why are you drinking at such an hour? What's going on? Lyla asked. As my good friend, she could read between the lines with just that one question, probably tling in the gaps with her imagination.

I chuckled softly, "Just come over, and we can talk"

"Sure," she replied before hanging up.

I knew she was on her way over right then. When she arrived, she immediately started scolding me about the empty bottles scattered around.

Our bond was undeniably genuine.

"Wow, you drank this much?" Lyla exclaimed.

Looking at the bottles on the floor, I felt a bit dazed. "Isitalot?"

"Absolutely! Drinking too much is bad for you. Now spill it-why did you drink so much tonight?" she pressed.

the events of

sorrows at

You're best friend. Who else would I call?" I said with a smile, which made her sigh,

"You don't

me off guard. I thought it over for a moment, remaining silent, my expression betraying

huge fight with his grandfather recently, and it landed

dropping to a whisper. "Do you think

jolted me awake, shaking off the haze of alcohol. "Who cares why it happened?1 again would mean treating him as a

business," I replied. I had told

drinking and chatting with Lyla for a while, I felt a lot better, but I

with the sun shining bright outside and birds chirping, I rubbed my temples. I must have gotten drunk last night. I went to the latchen to brew myself some hangoverte. Taking a sip made the lingering smell of alcohol fade abir. 1 decided to take a shower, change clothes, and prepare something to eat. After a

even now, I couldn't find the

I glanced at the screen and froze. It was the phone number

Grayson family, so I let the call ring through without answering. It seemed the caller figured that out; instead of calling again, he sent a text

to want to