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.

had been there since the class was over, having instructed her driver to drop her off. From five o’clock straight through to six,

…if

to any of her messages. She didn’t know if he was simply busy or intentionally ignoring her. It felt like ever

phone, Summer wanted to call Emmitt, but she resisted the urge repeatedly. She kept telling herself to

at nearly seven, the door to the

so 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 emotion. “Emmitt, I thought you weren’t going to show.”

His tone was as casual as ever, “Sorry, got held up by a client at the

might collapse. She steadied herself on a nearby chair, sniffled, and said in a

picked up a menu. “What’s

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anything.”