Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Still Waiting

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I stood in front of the aquarium, smiling to myself as I imagined looking at all the sea creatures with Tristan.

I looked at my phone and instinctively went to my messages. Kath sent the latest, with her wishing me good luck. Right beneath hers was Tristan’s message.

I’ll meet you at 3 p.m.

See you later, pretty.

A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything. I exhaled softly and slipped my phone back into my pocket.

“Yeah.” I muttered under my breath. “I should be more confident about this.”

The aquarium before me stood tall and inviting, its glass entrance reflecting the late afternoon light. People moved in and out, some holding hands, others walking in small groups, laughter occasionally spilling into the open air.

I walked over to one of the benches just outside and sat down.

The moment I did, I realized something.

I frowned slightly.

“I didn’t bring a jacket.”

I wrapped my arms loosely around myself, glancing at the sky.

It was still bright.

“It’s fine,” I whispered. “It’ll be warmer inside.”

I checked the time.

2:50 p.m.

I was ten minutes early.

I nodded to myself. Tristan still wasn’t here because it was early.

I leaned back slightly on the bench, letting my gaze wander.

A group of children ran past me, their laughter loud and carefree. One of them nearly tripped, only to be caught by what I assumed was his older brother.

“Carefull” their mother called after them, though there was a smile in her voice.

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I watched them walk toward the entrance.

The father held the door open while the kids rushed in, their excitement spilling out of them.

I smiled.

They looked really cute.

I let out a small breath, my fingers brushing lightly against the edge of my dress.

I glanced at the time again.

2:52 p.m.

“…It’s only been two minutes.”

I huffed a quiet laugh at myself.

“Okay.” I said under my breath. “He must still be on his way.”

That made sense. He had work. He said he would make time for me, and since we started this “relationship,” he always kept his word.

I nodded again, convincing myself.

I sat up a little straighter, smoothing out my dress unconsciously.

A few more people walked by. It was a couple this time.

They were holding hands, talking softly to each other as they approached the entrance.

The girl leaned her head briefly against the guy’s

houlder, and he smiled down at her.

I smiled before looking away, my gaze lingering in the parking lot to look for a familiar car.

I checked the time again.

2:56 p.m.

Four minutes.

I inhaled slowly. My fingers tapped lightly against my knee.

The seconds felt longer now.

Somehow, waiting for 3:00 p.m. felt like an eternity.

I straightened slightly.

My gaze lifted instinctively, scanning the area again.

He was still not there.

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I waited.

A minute passed.

Then another.

Before I knew it, 3:05 p.m. arrived.

I bit my lip slightly.

“It’s fine.” I whispered.

Something must have delayed him.

He would come. He said he would.

3:10 p.m.

I checked my phone for new messages, but there weren’t any.

I stared at the screen for a moment before locking it.

3:20 p.m.

The warmth from earlier had started to fade. I rubbed my arms lightly.

“Great,” I muttered.

I shifted on the bench, trying to ignore the slight chill creeping in.

3:30 p.m.

I exhaled slowly.

My excitement had not disappeared, but my dread was slowly surpassing it.

3:45 p.m.

I checked my phone again.

Still nothing.

My fingers hovered over his name.

Should I text him?

I hesitated.

Then shook my head.

No.

He said he would come.

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I would wait.

4:00 p.m.

The sky had begun to dim slightly.

I leaned back against the bench, staring ahead.

More people came and went, but none of them were Tristan.

4:30 p.m.

The chill had settled in.

I rubbed my hands together, my breath a little more visible now. I shifted again, pulling my legs closer.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Maybe I should call him.”

I picked up my phone and pressed his name, holding it to my ear.

It rang more times than I could count. In the end, he didn’t answer.

I frowned slightly.

“Maybe he’s busy,” I said softly.

I tried again, but it was the same result.

My grip on the phone tightened just a little,

5:00 p.m.

The sun had dipped lower.

The lights around the entrance flickered on, casting a softer glow over everything.

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