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.

then recounted the events of the

drowning your sorrows at this hour and called me

course! You're best friend. Who else would I call?" I said with

"You don't still have

it over for a moment, remaining silent, my expression betraying

fight with his grandfather

voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you think it's because of

of alcohol. "Who cares why it happened?1 again would mean treating him as a

business," I replied. I

I felt a lot better,

brew myself some hangoverte. Taking a sip made the lingering smell of alcohol fade abir. 1 decided

now,

my phone buzzed with an incoming call. I glanced at the screen and froze. It was the

through without answering. It seemed the caller

to want to see me