Chapter 906
Chapter 906:
Her voice trailed off. She lowered her head and gave a quiet, self-mocking smile.
“I’ll treat it like a dream,” she whispered, “and then forget all of it p>
It was obvious to Annabel that Anika was shattered. Annabel patted her shoulder and said firmly, “Anika, no matter what happens—and no matter what decision you make—I will support you p>
Anika nodded and forced a smile. “Thank you. I feel much more relaxed now.” She wiped at her face and prepared to leave. “I’m going back. You should go too p>
Annabel frowned as she watched Anika turn away, pretending she was fine. Annabel wanted to stop her, to say something—anything—but in the end, she stayed quiet.
Anika must have been in so much pain.
Meanwhile, Marcel stared at his phone with a deepening frown. It kept telling him the number he’d dialed was unavailable.
It had been an entire day, and Anika still wasn’t picking up. Every time he called, her phone was either off—or she simply refused to answer.
Marcel had even gone to the hotel to look for her, but she refused to see him. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He wanted to talk to Anika, but he had no way to reach her.
After exhausting every option, he finally decided to ask Annabel for help. Annabel and Anika were close, so she had to know how to contact her.
Ten minutes later, Marcel was knocking on Annabel’s door.
“Who is it?” Annabel called, her voice bright from inside.
But the moment she opened the door and saw Marcel, her expression changed. Her smile vanished, and she turned away from him. “Why are you here?” she asked coldly.
Quick as an eel, Marcel slipped past her before she could shut the door in his face. “Do you know where Anika is? She’s not answering my calls. I want to talk to her, but I can’t reach her p>
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“Talk?” Annabel echoed, frowning. “How is Anika supposed to talk to you? You’re an adult, Marcel. An actor, even. How can you not know what you should have done?” Her voice sharpened. “You knew she was drunk, so why did you—why did you let things happen at the bar? And even…” Annabel faltered, finding it hard to continue.
She forced herself to steady her breathing and went on, “And you knew she’s in love with Jared. How could you ruin her happiness like that? She feels so guilty. Of course she doesn’t want to see you. My advice is to stop looking for her p>
Marcel stood there, stunned, as if he couldn’t move. “How…?” he stammered. “How do you know what happened between me and Anika p>
Annabel had calmed slightly now, but her gaze stayed hard. “How could I not know? It’s too big to hide. She couldn’t keep it to herself—and you should have expected that. Anika is devastated because of you. Leave her alone p>
“Annabel…” Marcel started, but his voice broke. He lowered his eyes, then seemed to gather every ounce of courage he had left. “The truth is,” he said, lifting his head again, “I’ve always liked Anika. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. Seeing her that day at the bar was an accident. She looked so sad. I only wanted to drink with her and cheer her up. I didn’t mean to get that drunk, and I never intended to take her to bed p>