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

so flustered because of Ethan that you're here drowning your sorrows at this hour and called me over to keep you company!" she

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

she asked, "You don't still have feelings for

guard. I thought it over for a moment, remaining silent, my

fight with his grandfather recently, and it landed his grandfather

voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you

alcohol. "Who cares why it happened?1

business," I replied. I had

felt a

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

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

at the screen and froze. It was

had no desire to get involved with the Grayson family, so I let the call ring through without answering. It seemed the caller figured

to want to