The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 47

THE NEXT DAY, Isla woke up early. Since Zero left, she can’t even have a good sleep. She tried to cook simple dishes like frying eggs and ham then brewed soya beans after.

Their fridge was full of snacks and those kinds of food can be cooked easily since they eat at the nearby restaurant every morning and eat lunch and dinner at the nearby restaurant from their school.

If she will think about Becca leaving her, then she will eat alone in those restaurants—it will be really boring.

However, a sudden thought came across her mind where he portrays herself eating with Zero. Yeah, it’s Zero… again.

She shook her head and continue what she was doing. After a couple of minutes, the door to Becca’s room opened and it has shown her best friend, who was still rubbing her eyes.

“Good morning!” she greeted, lively.

Becca approaches her side and frowned. “You’re up early. What’s the occasion?” she asked.

“Occasion?”

“Yeah.” Becca pulled one chair and sat. “Tell me…” she looked into her eyes, “did I miss anything?” she asked.

She let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. “Do you want some soya?” she asked.

Becca nodded. She then put some brewed soya beans in a cup and placed them in front of Becca.

“Thank you,” Becca uttered and took a sip from the cup. “Hmm… that’s great,” she asserted and put down the cup into the saucer.

She continued frying the ham when Becca talked. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow,” she uttered which draw her attention.

“That fast?” she asked, a little bit surprised.

Becca pressed her lips and nodded. “I’ve just read dad’s message this morning,” she let out a sarcastic laugh, “he even booked me a flight—that fast,” she scoffed. “Look how he loves me,” she added.

And she could feel the sarcasm in it.

“You made a deal with him already, right?” she asked as she put down one plate in front of Becca. “Or not?” she added.

Becca heaved a deep sigh. “Not yet,” she replied.

“Then why are you leaving then? I told you; you will agree with it but at the same time, make a deal with him. Two years is long enough,” she asserted.

“Maybe I will just bury that dream—”

“What? I thought—”

“He won’t agree with it.”

“You tried?” she asked and arched her brow.

Becca shook her head. Isla then slapped her forehead. “You should—”