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

so flustered because of Ethan that you're here drowning your sorrows at this hour and

else would I call?" I said with a smile, which made her sigh,

she asked, "You don't

I thought it over for a moment,

Ethen got into a huge fight with his grandfather recently, and it

dropping to a whisper. "Do you think

alcohol. "Who cares why it happened?1 again would mean treating

I had told myself that

chatting with Lyla for a while, I felt a lot

the lingering

answered her, and even now, I couldn't

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

I let the call ring through without answering. It seemed the caller

to want to see me