The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 127

It had been ten minutes since Summer had sent out the message, and yet, there was no reply. Anxiety began to bubble within her. This was something that never happened before. With a sigh, she sent another text, (Emmitt, I’m at our usual spot.]

On the other end, Emmitt was zoning out with his phone in hand. When he got Summer’s first message, his initial reaction was to reply instantly. But the events of the previous night, coupled with the words his family had said, froze his fingers. He couldn’t type a word.

He had been taking care of Summer ever since their childhood, and he knew her better than anyone. Even after she rejoined the Gilbert family, he never saw her as a stranger. The thought. of doubting her had never crossed his mind – until now.

Emmitt massaged his temples and opened Summer’s second message that just came in. After a moment of silence, he finally stood up, grabbed his car keys from the drawer, and left the office.

At an upscale bistro downtown, within a private room on the second floor.

having instructed her driver to drop her off. From five o’clock straight through to six, as the sky darkened outside the window,

…if

her messages. She didn’t know if he was simply busy or intentionally ignoring her. It felt like ever since that phone call last night, something had shifted silently between

but she resisted the urge repeatedly. She kept telling herself to stay calm,

nearly seven, the door to the private room

her phone clattered onto the table, which she ignored. Her eyes, slightly reddened, locked onto the belated Emmitt. Her lips trembled, and her voice

Summer’s restrained, wounded expression and instinctively wanted to explain. Yet, he found himself looking away. His tone was as casual

whole frame seemed to sway as if she might collapse. She steadied herself on a nearby chair,

picked up a menu. “What’s

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with anything.” Summer murmured