Chapter 25

Emmitt was in a foul mood, all thanks to the drama with Mirabella. Even chatting with Summer became a half–hearted. affair.

After polishing off a hearty dinner, Emmitt drove Summer back home without much conversation. As they pulled up to the grand entrance of the Gilbert family estate, Summer unfastened her seatbelt and turned to Emmitt. “Hey, Emmitt why don’t you come in for a bit? My dad’s been asking for you and told me to invite you over several times.”

Emmitt’s hand rested on the steering wheel as he cast a nonchalant glance toward the impressive mansion just beyond the car window. He shook his head. “Nah, it’s late, and it doesn’t feel right. Maybe some other time.”

A flash of disappointment flickered in Summer’s eyes, but she maintained a genteel smile. “Alright then, Emmitt. Drive safe. I’ll see myself in.”

She paused as it a thought had just struck her and playfully winked at him. “Oh, and don’t you forget about our date tomorrow, Emmitt.”

Emmitt blinked, momentarily thrown off.

“You promised to personally take me to school on the first day, remember? Or did you forget?” Summer clasped her chest, feigning heartbreak.

Regaining his composure, Emmitt chuckled and shook his head. “I haven’t forgotten.”

Relieved. Summer beamed. “Good, then. You better head home. I’ll hop out now. See you tomorrow!”

push the car door open to step out. But just as she was about

Her clear eyes shone with Innocence, and

shaking his head again. “It’s nothing. I just forgot to ask what time we should head

were about to

a second there. Emmitt. I thought

eyes flickered, denying any such intention.

subject.

o’clock tomorrow,” Summer swiftly changed

“Sure,” Emmitt replied.

the car, heading towards the mansion. Emmitt’s gaze lingered on

was no reason for him to decline Summer’s request, especially since she was like a sister to him.

and

door, her mother, Mandy, lounging on the living room sofa, looked up and asked, “Who’s keeping you out so late, honey?” Her tone was gentle, devoid of

to massage Mandy’s shoulders with practiced ease, “Oh, it was just Emmitt. He

the

looked down on the Davis

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