Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 85

The night was enveloped in eerie darkness, with a calm stillness that echoed through the empty streets. The frigid air seemed to deter most pedestrians from venturing, leaving the path lonely and quiet.

The shimmering stars cast their faint light upon the sleek front of Edward’s Ferrari, creating a mesmerizing display of twinkling white against the backdrop of swaying trees.

Edward’s gaze remained fixed upon the illuminated 28th floor of the building, its glaring lights piercing through the night. A. profound sense of pain gripped his chest, making it difficult to comprehend or accept what lay beyond those luminous windows.

After half an hour, he reached for his phone and dialed Kyle’s number. “Where are you, Kyle?”

Hanging up the phone, he ignited the engine, propelling his car toward the destination Kyle had mentioned.

Edward arrived at Kyle’s apartment in no time and stopped by the supermarket downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Having been there numerous times before, he knew the password to Kyle’s apartment. Despite their professional hierarchy at work, they had developed a close friendship outside of office hours.

Kyle couldn’t contain his curiosity as Edward walked in with a sad look. “Did the confession not go well?”

Being intelligent and wise, he knew that workplace matters alone wouldn’t leave Edward so utterly defeated. After all, they had been together for years, and he had a good sense of who Edward was.

Even in the face of project failures, he had never seen Edward in such a lifeless state.

The only conclusion he could draw was that Edward had been rejected by the girl he liked.

Edward slumped onto the sofa, tugging at the corner of his lips with a hint of sarcasm. “Well, isn’t it just perfect that my confession failed? Have you got any alcohol? Let’s have a drink. It looks like I’ll be crashing at your place tonight.” He didn’t even get a chance to confess, and now the girl he had feelings for was already pregnant. He had yet to learn who he had been defeated by.

Kyle didn’t rush to respond and nonchalantly shrugged. “Sure. Any preference for something strong?”

“Sure”

Kyle thought that Edward must be seeking solace in alcohol, secking comfort in their friendship.

buddies are for.

returned with a bottle of strong liquor and two glasses, sitting beside Edward. He poured each glass to

we indulge, let’s call

that. He was solely

with the excuse that they had to meet a client in the evening and wouldn’t be coming home. As soon as work was mentioned, Juana couldn’t resist the urge to

up the phone, Kyle spoke up, “Feeling down? Share it with me. Consider me your

reservations about admitting his feelings for her during their time at

drink, lit a cigarette, and held it delicately between his fingers. The taste of nicotine failed to dispel the agitation in his heart.

the restaurant, where he had urged Edward not to let the opportunity slip away. Edward had mentioned that she was too young, but now it seemed they had not only missed the chance, but she was already pregnant. Clearly,

asked earnestly. “So, she’s getting married? No

his cigarette, a hint of bitterness lingering. He rubbed his aching temples and replied, “She doesn’t have a boyfriend.”

Edward liked that

are you thinking? She’s not that kind of person.

As someone who

that what a one-night stand was? Was there some other term for

“I always thought she was too young, so I held back, thinking I could wait a bit longer. But now, I don’t even have a chance to confess. The girl I’ve liked for so long is pregnant Yet, I always considered her too young. How ironic.”

shook his head in resignation, his curiosity getting the best of him. Edward’s feelings for her seemed to have lasted much longer than just a

and always brought her home to play. She was mature and polite. Even Juana, who’s not easily pleased, adored her. How could I resist? Ever since we were young, I’ve been drawn to her. I think it was around when she turned 15 that I realized I had feelings for her. And now, it’s been eight years. Eight years of not being able to

Edward had concealed his feelings. Eight years of unrequited love. What kind of love could withstand such endurance? Was it Edward’s remarkable ability to hide his emotions, or was Miss Foster simply oblivious to his affections, failing to see

The outcome might have been different if he dared to speak up earlier. Now, not even a

to make another confession now, it would be

in a video recently. “I love you, but you have no idea. When I wanted to

marrying someone else. It was about

one of the most tragic and

help but say to Edward, “I warned you earlier. You insisted on keeping everything bottled up, hiding

his swift actions, lived up to the name of his organization.

remarkable.