Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 108

Edmond's words echoed in her ears.

She heard every single syllable.

Yet, she couldn't comprehend a single one.

What was Edmond talking about?

Sheila's mind was a chaotic mess.

That was until the man's breath drew closer and closer.

Unlike most drunks who reeked of cheap booze, his scent was as crisp and cold as cedar, now laced with alcohol, creating an entirely different, intoxicating aroma.

Sheila's limbs felt like jelly.

She was completely paralyzed by shock.

Edmond's palms were scorching hot as they locked her hands in place.

The delicate, tender skin on the inside of her wrists felt like it was practically burning beneath his grip.

"Edmond..."

Sheila quickly realized that Edmond was completely wasted.

Otherwise, the usually aloof, noble man would never utter something that sounded so much like begging.

She called his name.

But doing so seemed to flip a switch inside the man.

His handsome face greedily buried itself into the crook of Sheila's neck, nuzzling deeply against her skin.

As if he had finally found the most beautiful treasure in the world, he leaned into her affectionately, refusing to pull away.

He murmured, "Sheila... Sheila, promise me. I... I'm more fun than Cecil. Play with me instead, okay?"

Sheila's heart violently convulsed in her chest.

If his earlier question, "Why can't it be me?" had already left her shocked,

then hearing him beg, "Play with me," absolutely shattered her reality.

Edmond was...

He really was blindingly drunk!

To actually say something like this!

But how was she supposed to reason with a drunk man?

Anything she said now would be useless; he probably couldn't even process it.

Pinned beneath him, their bodies were practically molded together in the cramped space.

She turned her face away, refusing to let this sudden wave of emotion overtake her.

What was he hurt about? It was just a tactic for a man looking for a thrill.

Whatever his reasons were for wanting to eat his own leftovers, it didn't matter.

Maybe he was just bitter that Sheila had been the one to dump him, making him lose face in front of everyone.

So now he wanted to reignite the flame just to prove to the world that Sheila Jensen still couldn't escape his grasp.

She didn't know if her guess was right.

But she knew there was no way Edmond's words were coming from a place of genuine love.

Besides, to Sheila, a married man with a kid pulling a stunt like this was inherently disrespectful to women.

What did he take her for?

Some fickle woman who changed her mind every other day?

He treated relationships like a game, so he naturally assumed Sheila was the exact same kind of person.

Well, of course he did. After all, when they broke up, that was exactly what she had told him.

A wave of bitter regret washed over Sheila's heart.

Her first love, the very first man she had ever given her heart to, and it had ended in such an ugly disaster.