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

your sorrows at this hour

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

eyes widened as she asked, "You don't still have feelings

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

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

closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

off the haze of alcohol. "Who cares why it happened?1 again would

I had told myself that meeting

with Lyla for a while, I felt a lot better,

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 satisfying meal, I found myself thinking

hadn't answered her, and even now, I couldn't

call. I glanced at the screen and froze. It was the phone number of Jan's

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 message "Ms. Wiley, Mc Grayson Senior would like to

want to see me