He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 74

The moment Corinne left, Sylvia began to pant heavily.

"Yardley, my heart... my chest feels so tight. I can't breathe..."

Yardley immediately crouched in front of her, his eyes filled with concern.

"Is it your condition acting up again? Do you have your medication with you?"

Sylvia pointed weakly toward her Birkin bag resting nearby.

"It's in my bag."

Yardley quickly opened her bag, expertly retrieved her pillbox, took out a single tablet, and offered it to her.

Sylvia didn't take it. Instead, she put on a helpless, wheedling expression.

"Help me take it, Yardley."

Yardley frowned.

"Sylvia, I told you, we need to maintain some boundaries."

She clutched her chest, her face twisting in exaggerated agony.

"Yardley, my chest really hurts... I... I..."

Left with no choice, Yardley placed the pill in her mouth and lifted a glass of warm water to her lips.

Sylvia obediently swallowed the medication. She closed her eyes and patted the empty cushion beside her.

"My head is pounding too. Ever since I was thrown into the ocean that day, I've had these terrible migraines. Can you rub my temples for me, like you did during my postpartum recovery?"

Yardley froze, a heavy knot forming in his chest.

"You were thrown into the ocean? When?"

Sylvia sighed mournfully. "The day you left me alone on the beach. A man in black showed up out of nowhere and held my head underwater. I swallowed so much seawater. He warned me to keep a low profile."

Yardley was stunned. "What? How could that happen?"

Sylvia murmured softly, "Don't call me paranoid, but I genuinely believe Scarlett ordered it. I'm not a confrontational person. I don't have any enemies in Bay City. She's the only one who's been targeting me lately..."

How did Scarlett even know someone like that?

And if she wasn't living at The Grandview, where was she staying? What the hell was actually going on?

Scarlett had been in such a rush to resign and divorce him. Was it possible... she already had someone else?

A cold sweat broke out across Yardley's forehead. His legs suddenly felt weak, and he slumped heavily onto the sofa.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Sylvia rested her head on his lap, grabbed his hand, and placed it against her temple.

Lost in a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts, Yardley's fingers began to massage her temples purely out of habit.

Sylvia closed her eyes in utter satisfaction.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the living room.

A tall, imposing figure stepped through the entryway, bringing a freezing chill into the room. With one hand tucked casually in his pocket, he commanded the space with an overwhelming, icy presence.

His predatory gaze locked onto them, radiating absolute hostility.