“Weren’t you the one telling me that he had a fiancée? Since there is nothing official between us, I think it’s better for it to just end this way,” I rolled my eyes at her busybody demeanor and replied.
“Who, me? I said if—if he had a fiancée. But he doesn’t, right?” Sabrina cleared her throat and blamed herself for not standing her ground. “I guess you had no idea that Christopher wished he could have his eyes on you at all times. Did you know he texted me at least three times a day over the course of the party? He urged me to follow you everywhere so that nobody could trouble you. I did not even have the time to chat up handsome blokes. You have to make it up to me, Eve.”
Of course, I was aware of everything that Christopher had told Sabrina. Otherwise, why would the two of them always appear consecutively whenever I encountered any problems? It was as if they had a consensus or something. It couldn’t be that the man had a radar on him to sense wherever I was, right?
Hence, Sabrina had to be his radar.
“So, would you please tell me how Christopher had managed to get you to side with him? I vividly recalled that you called him a scumbag not too long ago. How come you’re handing me over to a scumbag now?”
“I guess it’s worthwhile when the scumbag turns out to be as handsome as Christopher.” Sabrina shrugged. “Well, unlike me, you’re really a piece of hot cake.”
I did not believe a word she said. She was the sole daughter of the Zimmer family. Her parents were affectionate toward each other, and they had always kept things low profile. Sabrina would always be the one to represent the Zimmer family whenever there was a function. Her parents were obviously grooming her for something greater.
“Then would you tell me what is going on between you and Zachary? I noticed that you guys seemed to have known each other for some time.”
“He’s just a playdate when we were little. I liked seeing him change his face.” Sabrina chuckled and noticed my prying manners. “Don’t misunderstand me, though. I just like teasing him.”
“Is that so?” I doubted her explanation. Why would she be so flustered if there was nothing between them? As a woman, I knew what she was trying to hide with just one look.
I thought I would get a few days of peace to heal. At the very least, Lyle and Crystal going high profile at the party would serve as a good distraction since the upper class of Avenport would have known that the two had become an item.
I went to work, and the boss did not assign me extra work after seeing that I was injured. In the end, he had only asked the secretary to assign me some light tasks. I could have taken medical leave for the day, but I could not bring myself to go on leave again.
My colleagues would have eaten their hearts out if I took medical leave right after coming back from a three-day leave.
However, my wish of having an uneventful day did not come true because Lyle came looking for me. He found out where I was staying. I was starting to regret the decision of putting the apartment under my name. I should have used an alias or something. That way, Lyle would not have been able to track me down so fast.
I was trying to change my own bandage when he came over. I had to admit that it was quite inconvenient to do that on my own. Even though Christopher had asked me to go to the hospital repeatedly, but I felt too lazy to do so. Going to the hospital just for a small wound did not seem like a worthwhile trip to make.
Just when I was trying to figure out how to best wrap the bandage over my wound, I heard someone knocking erratically on the door. I thought it was Sabrina and used my left hand to open the door carefully. The door was kicked down with a bang after I opened it, and it nearly hit my head. Subconsciously, I reached out to protect my head from the blow.
My wound that was starting to heal came apart just like that. I let out a small sigh and looked at Lyle, who just barged his way in. Nothing good ever happens when he comes looking for me like that.
“Why did you turn off your phone? Why are you hiding from me?” Lyle dashed in and demanded.
I paid no heed to him. Instead, I took the medicine and carefully applied it to my wound. It wouldn’t hurt if one applied it when there was a scab over the wound, but it stung like hell when the wound was exposed. The stinging sensation almost made me cry, but Lyle did not seem to care and snatched away the bottle of medicine in my hand and hurled it at the floor. “I’m talking to you right now. Can’t you hear me?”
Looking at the broken pieces of the glass bottle and the spilled fluid, I sighed to myself again. My exposed wound was starting to bleed again, and I took a tissue to wipe it off, fearing that it might stain my clothes. Christopher had bought me the piece, and I did not wish for it to be stained.
