Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel 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, seeking comfort in their friendship.

Well, that's what buddies are for.

In no time, Kyle returned with a bottle of strong liquor and two glasses, sitting beside Edward. He poured each glass to the brim.

After downing one glass, Kyle calmly said, "Before we indulge, let's call Juana so she doesn't have to wait all night."

Edward, consumed by his pent-up emotions, had forgotten about that. He was solely focused on finding an outlet for his frustrations.

They quickly made a call to Juana, 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 first complain about Richard, and then offered understanding advice to her son about taking care of himself.

Once Edward hung up the phone, Kyle spoke up, "Feeling down? Share it with me. Consider me your emotional dumping ground."

Kyle was known for his bluntness, so he had no reservations about admitting his feelings for her during their time at the pizza restaurant.

Edward took another sip of his drink, lit a cigarette, and held it delicately between his fingers. The taste of nicotine failed to dispel the agitation in his heart. "She's pregnant."

This revelation caught Kyle off guard. He recalled their conversation at 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, the situation was far more complicated than just having a boyfriend.

Kyle asked earnestly, "So, she's getting married? No chance to confess?"

Edward stubbed out his cigarette, a hint of bitterness lingering. He rubbed his aching temples and replied, "She doesn't have a boyfriend."

Kyle thought of a term. "A one-night stand." Was the girl Edward liked that promiscuous? She didn't strike him as that type.

Edward tossed a tissue at him, staunchly defending her reputation despite her pregnancy. "What are you thinking? She's not that kind of person. Someone must have spiked her drink."