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.

recounted the

you're here drowning your sorrows at this hour and called me over to keep you company!" she nearly

I said with a smile,

asked, "You don't still have feelings

thought it over for a moment,

"Theard that Ethen got into a huge fight with his grandfather recently, and it landed his grandfather in

a whisper. "Do you

alcohol. "Who cares why it

our business," I replied. I had told

drinking and chatting with Lyla for a while, I felt a

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 satisfying meal, I found myself thinking about the question Lyla had asked me. Did Estill

her, and even now, I couldn't find the answer for

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

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

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