Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 114

She glanced back over her shoulder. "Give me a minute."

"What, you don't even have basic personal freedom? You have to report every little move to Cecil?"

Ignoring his bitter, sarcastic remark, she turned and walked back inside.

His gaze burned into her back, so hot it felt like it could bore two holes straight through her.

His phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, he answered it. "What?"

Thurston's voice came through the speaker. "It's actually a good thing you didn't come back for the holidays."

"Why?"

"You remember Ms. Hearst?"

"No. Never heard of her."

"We all had drinks together during the October break," Thurston reminded him. "You drank quite a bit that night."

"Like you said, I drank quite a bit." His tone was flat, completely devoid of emotion. "I blacked out. Even less of a reason to remember."

"Since when do you black out from drinking?" Thurston scoffed. "I know you better than that."

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"Why are you getting mad? You're acting so weird," Thurston said. "I said it's a good thing you didn't come back because they were planning to set you up on a blind date with her."

"Delusional."

"You'd think at their age, they'd realize they can't control you anymore," Thurston mused. "Especially their delusion that they can bring themselves more profit through some woman, a marriage, or so-called 'love.'"

"When people get old and have nothing left, you have to leave them some fantasies," Edmond replied coldly. "If that's it, I'm hanging up."

"What are you so busy with? Why are you in such a rush?"

"Yeah. I'm busy."

"Alright, alright, fine. Bye."

Edmond gripped his phone, his eyes locked on the villa door.

Why wasn't she out yet?

Inside, Sheila found Cecil, who spotted her immediately.

"You went outside?" He grabbed a bottle of water. "I thought you were in your room."

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