Chapter 412
"You should have seen the look on my ex's face when I told him I was leaving," Sammy said, shaking her head after her second glass of wine. "I thought he was going to start crying."
"Has he tried calling you?" Nan asked.
Sammy shrugged.
"I blocked his number so who knows."
We all chuckled.
"What about you, Nan?" I asked her curiously. "How's you and Chester ever since your first date disaster?"
She smiled, a small blush creeping along her nose and cheeks.
"We've been good these last couple of days," she admitted, nibbling on her lower lip. “He's been really great... tentative. I haven't seen him flirting with anyone... I think this could actually work."
I felt relieved hearing her say that; I knew Chester could man up and get his head out of his ass if he really wanted to.
"I'm glad to hear that," I tell her, resting my head on her shoulder as I grab another mozzarella stick off the plate. "You two are going to make beautiful food together,” I tease, a little wine tipsy."
She chuckled, taking another long sip of her wine before pouring another glassful.
"Yeah, I think so too. He wants to help me with my cooking endeavor," she explains. "Which is awesome. I never had anyone who wanted to help me like that before. But Chester is different. He's been through all this already, so he knows what needs to be done."
I nodded.
"He's your fated mate; he was made for you. Chosen by the Moon Goddess for you... it's supposed to be a match made in heaven," Sammy said thoughtfully.
My heart twisted at her words; as much as I wanted to believe that what she was saying was true, part of me didn't believe in the concept of fated mates anymore. Not since Ethan came into my life and then destroyed my vision of happily ever after. He was my fated mate; the one the moon Goddess had chosen for me. He was supposed to be my match made in my heaven, but it turned out he was just a manipulative asshole who only cared about himself. He wasn't my perfect match... he was someone I wished I never met.
"I'm surprised you didn't invite Irene to this girl's night," Nan said with a frown.
I thought about inviting her, but I knew she had her own shit to deal with, and plus, our relationship was a little weird right now. I wasn't sure where we stood with our friendship. We hadn't really talked since coming back from the competition and I wasn't sure if the bond we shared while in a different country was even real.
"Maybe next time," I settled on saying as I took another long sip of my wine before pouring myself another glass.
“So, what's going on with you and Gavin?" Sammy finally boldly asked, her eyes narrowed at me.
My eyes grew wide at her question as I turned to look at her.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked her, my breath coming out as a whisper. Nan laughed.
"Do you mean Sammy has no idea about this?" Nan asked, her brows raised.
"I knew it," Sammy said, sitting back in her seat with a grin. "So, something is going on between you and Gavin."
"W...what makes you say that?" I asked a bit awkwardly, expertly avoiding her eyes.noveldrama
"Well, for starters, y'all were acting weird during the competition and I
thought it was kind of obvious. But now... I mean, look at you. You are living his mansion and the way he was looking at you earlier. It's even more obvious now. Something is happening here... what is it?"
I nibbled on my lower lip.
"Yeah, maybe there is something. But there's no label to it," I admit. "We are just casual..."
"So, anyone could just hook up with him?" Sammy asked, her brows raised. "And you wouldn't be upset?"
My cheeks flushed at her words.
"He can hook up with whoever he wants," I told her.
Nan and Sammy exchanged knowing looks.
Soon, the front door opened, turning our attention in that direction. My heart
dropped when I saw Harper staggering into the room.
It's obvious she's been drinking.
Her things were all still there and though Taylor had packed her things up already, she hadn't come to
collect her things. I'm
assuming that's why she was here, but her being drunk was questionable.
being drunk was ne
"Harper, what are you doing here at this hour?" I asked, glancing at the clock. It was 11 pm at this point.
She pauses when she sees us sitting on the couch and then her eyes narrow at Nan, a scowl clear on her lips.
"You fucking home-wrecking bitch
You are going to pay for this," she
growled and then before I could react, she was lunging at Nam.