Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 75

"Oh, I see," she smiled. "Yvaine is single too, you know."

Dante's expression faltered. "Whether... whether she's single or not has nothing to do with me."

For a moment, Sheila didn't know what to say.

She didn't know the exact details of what had happened between Dante and Yvaine.

All she knew was that he had pursued Yvaine in the past, and then it had just fizzled out.

Since Yvaine was still single and Sheila thought highly of Dante, she had wanted to gently nudge them back together.

She really did want to play matchmaker.

But looking at Dante's reaction, it seemed he had completely moved on.

She said quickly, "Alright then. Have a safe drive back, Dante."

He gave a tight nod and walked away.

Sheila lingered in the hallway for a moment, sighing softly before heading back inside.

Dante was off the clock, but she, poor soul, was still on duty.

The moment she stepped back into the room, she found Edmond glaring at her, his face dark with fury.

She asked, "What's wrong? Can I leave now?"

"What were you talking about with my secretary?"

Naturally, she wasn't about to share her matchmaking schemes with him. "Nothing. Just seeing him out."

"Don't get any twisted ideas in your head, Sheila! Stay the hell away from my people!"

"What twisted ideas?!" she practically exploded. "Stop making baseless accusations, Edmond!"

"Oh, so we're dropping the 'Mr. Halley' now?"

She was so enraged she was practically speechless.

She truly had no idea this man possessed such an unparalleled ability to infuriate her.

Back then... back then, he had been so tender, so doting.

Just goes to show, every scumbag knows how to put on a good act!

Taking a deep breath, she asked through gritted teeth, "Can I leave now?"

His expression remained foul. "Are you really in that much of a rush?"

"It's almost eleven," she pointed out. "And I have to be back here first thing in the morning. I'm not made of iron, Mr. Halley. I need to sleep."

"Nobody asked you to commute back and forth."

She stared at him, utterly exasperated.

Yet the moment her head hit the pillow, exhaustion pulled her under.

The next morning, as she stood outside his door, a faint smile touched her lips.

Facing him like a normal person was a challenge she had set for herself.

It proved that she truly had let go of the past.

He no longer held the power to effortlessly manipulate her emotions and pull at her heartstrings.

The bleeding wound he had left behind was finally starting to scar over.

You've got this, she told herself.

But the exact second she stepped inside, he shot her a withering glare. "Do you have any concept of time?"

"Am I late?" she asked. "You never gave me a specific time."

"You are my caregiver now," he demanded. "Understand?"

She immediately knew what he was getting at. "I can't even go see a friend?"

"You know damn well if he's just a friend or not."

She actually laughed out of sheer disbelief. "Mr. Halley, aren't you overstepping just a bit?"