Chapter 167 As If I Would Want Anything To Do With Him
Regret quickly settled in after I shouted. I had always been a little too easily frazzled and never learned to keep my feelings to myself.
I didn't think I could be blamed, though. Christopher and Monica were off at God knows where having the time of their lives, and being kept in the dark really rubbed me the wrong way, despite constantly saying otherwise.
I could feel those emotions slowly festering in my heart.
I continued punching the pillow relentlessly. What the h*ll is going on? Has Lyle gone insane? Should I have acted as if I didn't see the car about to run him over and just let him die?
Maybe I should have let him die and just shed a couple of tears before sending him to the emergency room. It's up to fate whether he lives or not, right?
Almost instantly, I felt like explaining everything to Christopher. He treated me so well and yet I always exploded for no reason. It was as if I was trying to stay single for the rest of my life.