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Chapter 16 Uninvited Guest

  • I leaned half of my body on the door frame and blocked the entrance by grabbing the doorknob with one hand. “What's up?”
  • I thought my actions made it very obvious that she was uninvited, but she chose to ignore it and continued to step forward haughtily in her high heels.
  • Now that I recalled, she gave me a contemptuous look that day at the park as well. If I had not fainted that day, I would have slapped her across her face. After all, Christopher was there to back me up at that time.
  • I quickly moved forward and blocked her path. “I'm sorry. I'm going to rest now. You'll have to come another day.”
  • My message came through loud and clear.
  • She scoffed, “I have something to tell you.”
  • “But I have nothing to say to you,” I replied.
  • She shot back, “My time is precious. I'm afraid I may not have the time to come another day. Unlike you, I can't sit around at home all day.”
  • She was a pretty girl, but she's clearly an idiot.
  • Not wanting to waste my breath on her, I turned to close the door.
  • But she stuck her arm out to stop the door from closing. Caught off guard, I swung the door wide open, and she strutted in with her head held high.
  • Without waiting for an invitation from me, she walked into the living room and sat on my couch as if she owned the place.
  • I was fuming inside, but I forced out a smile.
  • “This is my home, and you're sitting on my couch,” I said flippantly.
  • She sneered in reply. “It won't be your home soon, but don't worry. I'm not as petty as you. I couldn't care less if you take this tattered couch with you.”
  • I nodded my head in agreement. “That's right. Scraps are not worthy for trashy people like you.”
  • She instantly became angry at the insult. “Who's the trashy one now? I'm telling you, Lyle will kick you out soon. He has lost interest in you for a long time. All you do is cook and clean.”
  • Is she taking me for a fool? If that's the case, then why is she throwing a fit in front of me now? Perhaps she was here because it had been a long time since Lyle had gone to her.
  • Suddenly, she smiled and asked, “Do you know when was the first time that I got together with Lyle?”
  • I had no idea, and I didn't want to know, either. “I'm not interested.”
  • However, the self-absorbed woman ignored me and continued, “At that time, I just started working, and I had no qualifications. I worked hard and did all the menial tasks. Most of the time, I had to work overtime until late in the night.”
  • And then what? Is she playing the sympathy card? Well, I had it worse than her. When I was in college, I had to work and study at the same time. I was handing out flyers on the street, cleaning dishes, and putting up posters whenever I didn't have class.
  • I replied, “I feel for you. I really do. How about this, I'll give you some money for you to call a cab?”
  • Ignoring my jibe, she continued rambling, “I remember that night very clearly. It was raining heavily when I left the office at ten. I was walking in the rain for some time before I fainted. When I woke up, I was in Lyle's car, and he even gave me his coat to keep me warm.”
  • Ten at night, rain, missing coat. I searched my memory with those clues, and finally, I knew which night she was talking about.
  • It was my birthday last year. I bought a cake and waited for Lyle at home, but all I got was a phone call from him telling me not to wait up for him because he was having a meeting.
  • He didn't get home until three in the morning. His clothes were soaking wet, and his coat was missing.
  • At that time, I felt sorry for him for working so hard and even berated myself for expecting him to celebrate my birthday with me.