The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 102

"I'm fine now. You can leave."

By the end of her sentence, her voice dropped, thick with a subtle, choked-back sob.

Hearing this, Sasha quickly jumped in to help. "Lydia, stop saying things you don't mean. Sterling rushed over the second he heard you were in trouble. Don't be mad at him..."

"Sasha, tell him to go! He has Ms. Larkin now. I don't want her to misunderstand again."

Lydia spoke clearly, her tone fragile but resolute.

"From now on, if anything happens to me, don't call him!"

Sasha paced frantically, entirely unsure of how to talk her down.

Glancing at Sterling and remembering Elena's presence, an idea suddenly struck her.

"Sterling, Lydia hates home-wreckers the most. If you truly care about her, break up with Elena right now! It's the only way things can go back to how they used to be."

Sasha spoke with absolute conviction.

Meanwhile, Elena was slowly making her way up the stairs, still hiking up her oversized pants.

Along the way, she had crossed paths with the officers heading down. They gave her a long, appraising look, leaving her feeling incredibly awkward.

Just as she finally conquered the fifth floor, she heard Sasha demanding that Sterling break up with her.

She paused mid-step, glancing at the drunk groaning in pain on the floor, and decided not to rush over and interrupt.

Go back to how things used to be?

Sterling lowered his gaze, recalling Elena's firm assessment from earlier.

She had said Lydia definitely liked him.

But going back to that ambiguous, ill-defined relationship was the last thing he wanted.

"Why would I break up with Elena?"

Sterling lifted his eyes, flatly rejecting Sasha's demand.

With her swollen cheek, Sasha looked baffled. "Sterling, you obviously care about Lydia..."

"Since she's safe and doesn't want to see me, I won't bother her anymore."

Cutting Sasha off coldly, Sterling turned around.

Elena, still holding her pants up with one hand and resting the other against the chipped wall, silently mouthed a countdown.

One...

Two...

Three...

Just as she counted to three, the exact thing she predicted happened.

Click.

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