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

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

I

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

thought it over for a moment, remaining

into a huge fight with his grandfather

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

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

our business," I replied. I had told myself that

I felt a lot better, but I couldn't quite

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

her, and even now,

incoming call. I glanced at the screen

with the 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

to want to see me