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.

five o’clock straight through to six, as

…if

hadn’t responded to any of 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

call Emmitt, but she resisted the urge repeatedly. She kept telling

nearly seven, the door to the private

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

and instinctively wanted to explain. Yet, he found himself looking away. His tone was as casual as ever, “Sorry, got held up by a client at the office.”

as if she might collapse. She steadied herself

He nonchalantly picked up a menu. “What’s your fancy? Dinner’s on me tonight.” He pressed the service bell promptly, summoning the

Chapter 127

with anything.” Summer murmured softly.