Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 87

"I'm burning up," he complained. "I want a shower."

"Are you out of your mind?" she glared at him again. "Deal with it!"

He reached back and yanked down the blanket.

He didn't have a shirt on because of the wound on his back.

His entire back was exposed—the sculpted lines of his muscles and the sharp definition of his shoulder blades were enough to make any woman swoon.

Looking away, she grabbed a thinner bedsheet from the side and draped it over him.

"Sheila, I never thought..." He lay on his stomach, his voice soft, "that we could be at peace with each other like this again."

She was silent for several seconds before replying, "I have a bad temper. If I offended you before, I apologize."

"You don't need to apologize to me, I haven't been very nice either," he admitted. "Actually... the past is the past. Let's just stop holding onto grudges. What do you say?"

She desperately wanted to ask him: *What exactly are you holding a grudge over?*

*Shouldn't I be the one holding the grudge?*

*I was the one who was betrayed, cheated on, replaced...*

But what was the point of dragging up all those old wounds now?

She and Edmond could never go back to how they were.

It wasn't just the betrayal and the agonizing pain standing between them anymore.

There was his marriage, and his child.

She wouldn't, and couldn't, give him another chance.

"I stopped holding onto it a long time ago," she said flatly. "The past is nothing more than a memory to me now."

Just a memory...

He gave a self-deprecating smile. "Alright, then let's call a truce."

He reached his hand out toward her.

She stood several feet away, rooted to the spot.

He tilted his head. "No?"

Neither of them felt sleepy.

He was in the inner room; she was in the outer area.

They were separated by just a few feet, yet they felt oceans apart.

She only managed to drift into a fitful sleep as dawn began to break.

Dante arrived first thing in the morning while she was in the bathroom washing up.

He checked on his boss's condition, inevitably worried. "Should we head back home?"

Although the medical facilities here were top-tier, they had their own private medical team back home.

"No need," Edmond replied. "It's just a scratch. Not worth the hassle."

"How is this just a scratch?" The memory of it still gave Dante chills. "You were way too reckless."

"There wasn't time to think," Edmond said flatly. "I wasn't going to just stand there and watch her get hurt."

"Are you two..." Dante hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is there still a chance for you guys?"