Chapter 569
Chapter 569:
Why not be more straightforward about it?
No wonder Gabriela kept her distance.
Stewart shot Erik a glare. “What’s with that look? Do you think I can’t compare to Wesley? That I deserve to rot in a hospital bed with no one by my side p>
Erik stiffened, speechless.
The irony was cruel, because Stewart’s family and friends had all rushed to his bedside as soon as they heard he was sick. And yet Stewart had driven them away, irritated by their fussing, preferring the silence of solitude.
This loneliness… it was his own doing.
𝖩𝗈𝘪𝗻 t𝗁𝘰𝘶sа𝗇𝗱𝗌 𝘰𝘧 f𝘢𝗻𝘴 о𝘯
But Erik couldn’t forget the sting of the punishment he’d once endured for a careless remark about Billy’s flashy car. The memory pressed down on him, silencing any hint of honesty.
Swallowing his unease, he plastered on a quick, submissive smile and said as carefully as he could, “Mr. Williams, perhaps it’s for the best that Gabriela doesn’t know you’re unwell right now p>
Stewart raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Why p>
Erik quickly launched into his analysis. “You got sick after taking her to the beach, and you didn’t tell her. When she finds out later, she’ll definitely feel guilty. Trust me, plenty of romances start with a little guilt p>
Stewart shot him a skeptical look and tapped his forehead. “What would you know about romance? You’ve never even had a girlfriend p>
Erik opened his mouth, ready to argue.
But seeing the storm brewing in Stewart’s eyes, he wisely swallowed the words.
Stewart pressed on. “And if Gabriela never finds out p>
“You could adjust the privacy settings on your post so it stays up for a while,” Erik replied. “Then, in a few days, create a chance for her to see it p>
Stewart nodded thoughtfully, fiddling with the settings, though a puzzled expression lingered. “Not bad. But tell me this, if you’re so smart, why don’t you have a girlfriend p>
Erik just turned to start the car, thinking wryly to himself that they were in the same boat, so it was best not to sling mud at each other.
Two days later, Brenden was finally discharged from the hospital.
Fiona immediately suggested they visit a psychic named Samuel Guzman, thinking he might have a way to help Brenden get rid of his bad luck.
Brenden’s brow furrowed into a stormy scowl. “Fiona, I doubt he can help me. I’m not stepping foot in that place p>
Fiona didn’t flinch. Her voice was calm, coaxing. “Come on, Brenden. You’ve had nothing but bad luck lately. Just give it a try. If Mr. Guzman can help turn things around, that’s wonderful. And if it doesn’t, you haven’t lost a thing. Just get in the car first, please p>
Perhaps because Brenden had suffered a whipping on her behalf, Fiona treated him with unusual tenderness now. She persuaded, and finally managed to get him into the car.