He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 64

Since everything was about to fall apart anyway, she might as well tear the facade down.

No more pretending. It would be a relief.

"Do you remember when I said I didn't want to be with you anymore?" she asked.

"Hmm?" Yorath nodded, the smile never leaving his eyes.

It made her scalp tingle with dread.

He was always like this—smiling right up until he sent someone to their doom.

"I..."

Before she could finish, Jevon stormed out of the bathroom, swearing under his breath.

"Found it on the floor! It's his phone."

Yorath acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, keeping his gaze locked entirely on her.

"Go on."

She didn't want to say it anymore.

"I meant it back then."

"And?"

"I still mean it now," she whispered.

He let out a soft laugh. "I see. Let's go." He stood up and led the way out.

As he passed Soren, he ordered in a low voice, "Contact Lachlan. Tell him Ottilie and I invite him to lunch tomorrow at the Sky Garden."

Jevon walked over, tossing Lachlan's phone in his hand with a fake smile.

"Some things are strictly off-limits, Ottilie. Think very carefully before you act. If you have a death wish, feel free to test his bottom line. You can associate with anyone, but not Lachlan Schmidt."

Jevon had always acted as Yorath's mouthpiece.

He was usually the one delivering the warnings.

But he had never been this severe.

She stood up and replied with absolute composure, "You're joking, right? With my track record as a mental patient with a ruined reputation, what makes you think I have the right to test his bottom line?"

She brushed past him and walked out the door.

Rumor had it that Lachlan and Yorath had grown up in the same wealthy neighborhood.

As for how they became mortal enemies, she had only heard vague whispers.

"You're never intruding," Jevon replied. "I'll go brew some tea."

"Thank you." She offered Yorath a sweet smile. "Let's sit down and chat."

He walked over and sat across from her.

Ottilie and Nyssa had dropped the pleasantries a long time ago. There was no need to pretend.

Ignoring her entirely, Ottilie headed straight for her room.

"Come here, Ottilie," Yorath commanded from behind her.

She stopped, turned around, and went to sit beside him.

Jevon brought out calming tea, handing a cup to everyone.

"My brother is producing a new sci-fi movie," Nyssa began. "There's a supporting role for a female action star. The screen time isn't huge, but the character arc is fantastic and fully fleshed out. I think it would be perfect for Ms. Sewell. I was wondering if you'd do me the favor of letting her take it."

Yorath didn't answer immediately. He took a slow sip of his tea before asking, "Do you want to do it?"

"No," Ottilie replied bluntly.

"You just made your comeback," Nyssa urged gently. "You need a defining role. If we star in a movie together playing good sisters, all those nasty rumors about you will disappear on their own. It would be the perfect fresh start for your return to the screen."