Chapter 390
Chapter 390:
Without protest, he remained exactly where he was, not even shifting his feet. His eyes rested on her with a weighty, tangled intensity. “I’m not going anywhere. Call them. Have them drag me away p>
Confusion flickered across Kailey’s face as she stared back at him. A suffocating tightness swelled inside her chest, squeezing the breath from her lungs.
Several long seconds slipped by in utter stillness. No sound passed between them.
Tears streamed down her cheeks in an endless rush, yet she couldn’t even put a name to the chaos twisting inside her. Lyman always kept a chilly distance from others and only spent time with Kyson and their closest friends. How could he have possibly done something like this?
Reading the turmoil written across her face, Lyman drew a slow breath. “I have bipolar disorder, and I had an episode today. That’s on me p>
The illness revealed itself in countless forms — some people chose particular moments, particular places, to unleash the violent storm raging in their minds. Kailey had heard of the condition before, but she had never once imagined Lyman was living with it, nor had she expected to encounter him mid-episode. Her fingers curled tight into trembling fists as her body retreated on instinct, each step unsteady. In a fragile, quavering voice, she whispered, “Even if you’re sick, I still won’t forgive you. I’ll hate you forever p>
Spinning on her heel, she fled without another glance. Everything that unfolded afterward drifted beyond her reach and no longer concerned her.
From that day forward, Lyman disappeared from her life as if he had never existed, and she never laid eyes on him again — nor did she ever breathe a word of the incident to anyone.
Now, as she finished retelling the memory to Kyson, Kailey dipped her chin. “He only apologized again today. That’s all.” Judging from the way Lyman looked now, his condition seemed firmly under control.
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Kyson offered no reply, yet a brewing darkness flickered through his eyes like thunderclouds gathering on the horizon.
Although Kailey had narrated the event with deliberate ease, the faint tightness in her voice betrayed her — the truth was far more complicated than she allowed. Besides, even if it had merely been an episode, why had Lyman chosen her out of all people?
Kyson’s gaze sharpened, silent calculations already forming as he traced the unsettling implications beneath the surface.
The air had turned thick and wordless the moment Kyson and Kailey walked out of the room. The three men lingered on the couch, cigarettes burning between their fingers, each slouched in a different, tense posture.
Half-sober now, Lambert kept darting uneasy looks at Lyman, then flicking his gaze toward Rayden, silently prodding him to say something. With effortless indifference, Rayden merely lifted a brow and stayed quiet.
Minutes crept by in oppressive stillness until Lambert finally snapped.
Dropping heavily beside Lyman, he blurted out, “Seriously, what on earth were you thinking? Even if you’d set your sights on some princess, I could’ve understood that — but Kailey p>