“…What are you even saying? I just… I find this entire situation rather depressing, that’s all…”
Though she said that, Hanley couldn’t help but mutter, “…Hey… If Wanda hadn’t stolen your spotlight that day… do you think you could’ve eventually gotten married to Neal…?”
“…Neal asked the exact same thing earlier.”
“And your reply?” asked Hanley who was dying to know her answer.
Pursing her lips, Fabiola replied, “…I told him that I didn’t know. I’m not some kind of psychic that can predict alternate futures…”
As Hanley lowered his gaze, Fabiola handed him some cutlery before adding, “There’s no point dwelling on the impossible, now come eat already before the food gets cold…”
Upon hearing that, Hanley looked at the dishes before him… and to Fabiola’s shock, he suddenly began drinking the vinegar that was part of the meal!
“H-hey! What are you even doing?!”
“…What else? Vinegar is good for your health, plus… Even though it’s sour, it’s nowhere near as bitter as my heart currently is…”
“…What are you even mad about…? Look, I admit that I paid Neal a visit at the hospital after the meeting, but nothing happened… Honest!” replied Fabiola who knew she was telling the truth. Besides, Neal was only in the hospital because of her, so it was only right that she at least paid him a visit once… Why was Hanley being so sensitive about it?
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