Then, his dark eyes filled with a cold light, his tenderness suppressed by a simmering anger. He sighed softly.
“I told you I wouldn’t be the fool who waits for you anymore.”
“Why do you never take my words to heart, Zephyra? You’re going to pay for that.”
A friend. He was always just a friend, always the one abandoned, always the one to concede.
Enough.
Let friendship end in this lifetime.
As I cooked, Horace insisted on helping. I let him make the soup. He asked me about my specific plans for going abroad—which country, and when I was leaving. I told him everything.
Horace said, “I recently signed a contract with a renowned composer, so I can’t go abroad for a while. Once I’m done with this, I’ll come find you.”
Of course, I had no problem with that. “After the court case with Steven tomorrow, I’ll have a meal with Rachel, and then I’m off. You don’t need to see me off. We can meet up abroad later.”
Horace chuckled, his eyes fixed on my face. “Okay.”
During the meal, Horace thoughtfully served soup to everyone in my family.
Seeing that our relationship had improved, Mr. Lopez Sr. shot me a few glances and pulled me aside.
“Your uncle said you’re going abroad. Why are you still getting involved with another man? You forgot this boy likes you?”
I was in the wrong about crashing the wedding. The old man hadn't been particularly fond of Horace before, but after that incident, he felt he owed Horace.
I explained briefly, adding, “From now on, we’re just good friends.”
Mr. Lopez Sr. looked unconvinced. “Is that possible?”
VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven)