Share
123. Paper Bag
LeemaNot Zia nagging Gray like a strict mom.
Related chapters
Till Time Do Us Part 124. Guard Down
"Yeah..." Zia Scott replied in an unhappy tone to what Belinda said. She felt that Belinda could go on and babble flowery words, but to her it would always feel like eating a poisonous apple the moment she would let her guard down. She may not know the woman for long and she may have been too quick to judge her; however, perhaps it was woman intuition, she just couldn’t bring herself to grow fond of Belinda. "But did you know that he got hit by a car..." Belinda said. "No. He underwent surgery for five hours, and is still unconscious as of this moment with drugs injected in his body, plus a few scars that will probably be permanent or at least take a few months to disappear. Yeah, I think the reason was he spent, like, an hour looking for me and he just got really exhausted," Zia scoffed as she thought to herself. "...because he was trying to save a little girl?" "What?" Zia uttered. "And from what I've heard, the little girl had blonde hair and was wearing a white dress," Belind
Till Time Do Us Part 125. Overthinking
"Where is it again?" Zia Scott mumbled to herself as she glanced around the doors on the corridor. While looking around as she walked aimlessly, she fell flat on the floor as she bumped into what felt like a hard pole. When she looked up, it was a bald old man, perhaps a teacher. The old man crouched down and helped her stand up. "I'm so sorry, little girl. I didn't see you there. Are you alright?" "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, sir," she replied as she dusted off the dirt on her frilly white skirt. "Where were you going, little girl?" He crouched down and looked at her. "Uhmm." She hesitated. "I'm looking for Sir Bartlett." "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Another one of Edward's pupils." He chuckled. "Look here, little girl." He moved beside her and held her shoulders. "If you turn that corner over there," he said as he pointed out his finger. "His room is in the third door you see. He's probably there." She turned around and smiled from ear to ear. "Thank you, mister." Then she did as he inst
Till Time Do Us Part 126. Heavy Makeup
"He's probably under anesthesia though," Gray's eyebrows rose. "So maybe he's not in as much pain as you think he is now. Although he might feel it all after the surgery." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean, I'm not a doctor but I think I'm right." Gray curved a smile. "Or do you want me to look it up on the internet?" "No, it's fine." Zia slightly smiled. "Thanks for making me feel better," she said as she patted Gray's lap. "And thanks for being here with me." "No problem." Going back to the present, Zia just realized something. “Hey.” She turned to Gray. “Now that I think about it, that was actually the first time I met her.” “Met who?” asked a bemused Gray. “Sarah Lewis,” answered Zia. “And now that I think about it…” She shot a curious glance at Gray. “You never told me how you met her for the first time.” “How I met her, huh…” Gray drew a long breath as she relived the day she first met Sarah. It was around the time when Gray had just dropped Zia off to her own apartment. She went
Till Time Do Us Part 127. Back Then
As the woman turned to place the boxes at the backseat, Gray subtly leaned her body towards the door on her side as the woman's body was almost touching her. Then as the woman settled back on her seat, Gray uttered, "seatbelt." "Ah, y-yes," the woman answered and hastily pulled on the buckle; however, the belt was stuck for unknown reasons and she was unable to pull it. Noticing this, Gray unbuckled her seatbelt, got up, and with her one hand pressing on the space behind the joystick to maintain her balance, leaned closer towards the woman's side and checked what was the problem with her seatbelt. "I-I'm sorry," the woman uttered. Gray momentarily flinched as she felt her breath near her neck as she spoke. Then she noticed that the strap was tangled from the retractor up to the pillar hoop. After twisting the strap back, she was finally able to pull it and buckle the woman's seatbelt. Then she went back to the driver's seat and buckled herself up. "T-thanks," the woman uttered.
Till Time Do Us Part 128. Toothbrush
"No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way, Martha." Gray Stewart chuckled nervously. "You know how the hospital atmosphere is a bit gloomy, right?" "I know, sweetie." Martha softly giggled. "I'm just kidding." "Oh," Gray breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay," she said as she finished setting up the food. "Do I only need to buy a toothbrush?" "Oh, fetch me some toilet paper too, sweetie." "Alright." As Gray left the hospital building, she stood by the sidewalk, pondering. "Where was the convenience store again?" she mumbled to herself. Not that the surroundings had always been foreign to her; however, being the unsociable person that she was, pretty much every place aside from the space of her apartment was alien to her. Keeping her hands tucked on her overcoat, she strolled down the street, eyeing every store she passed by. And as she crossed a pedestrian lane, the store signs were a series of neon lights. The street was busy booming with passersby; some entering stores, some leaving,
Till Time Do Us Part 129. Awaken
"I didn't drink for almost half a decade and this is how it ends? A drop of the strongest liquor?" thought Gray Stewart to herself. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" "I've always known you can hold your drink very well," he said. "But you still amazes me, darling. One of my bartenders had one and got knocked out right after the chocolate passed his gut." "How'd you wind up here, anyway? he added. "You ghosted me for three years, I can't say I'm not hurt, darling." "I'm sorry." She crossed her arms flat on the counter and sank her head. "I'm not supposed to be here." "Where are you supposed to be, then?" "Toothbrush." She abruptly lifted her head. "Huh?" She rose from her seat. "I gotta go, Madam Crown." "I really missed you, Gray." He smiled weakly. "Me too, madam." She leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek. She headed for the door. As she held the door open, he spoke, "do I have to wait nearly half a decade again to see you?" "I don't know, madam. We'll see," she an
Till Time Do Us Part 130. Blinking Game
A slight smile slowly formed on his face. "Worth a shot though." Zia snickered as she just listened in on them. "Okay next," Gray continued. "Do you know my full name?" He blinked once. "Do you know I'm a freelance makeup artist?" He blinked once. "Do you know I'm your coolest friend?" He blinked a lot of times rapidly. "I see your kindness got knocked out of your brain," she scoffed, pretending to look upset. He blinked twice. "Does it hurt anywhere?" His eyes swiveled momentarily as if checking if he was feeling pain on his body, then he looked back at her and blinked twice. "He must still be feeling numb and groggy because of the sedative," said Zia as she stabbed a blueberry with a fork on her tiny hand and brought it to her small mouth. "Oh, okay," said Gray. She looked back at him. "Can you breathe okay?" He inhaled slowly through the oxygen mask then breathed out. He did another one. Then he looked at her and blinked once. "What are you, a doctor?" Zia smirked. G
Till Time Do Us Part 131. Mysterious Sophia
Martha Bartlett stood on the other side of Edward’s hospital bed and had a conversation with the doctor. "What exactly happened when he woke up?" Gray whispered. Zia grabbed two magazines and handed one to her while she used the other one to hide her face. "I was just talking to him because I thought he was sleeping. Then I saw his hand move, then he called my name." Gray took the magazine and also hid her face behind it. "Sophia?" "No, Zia." "Does he now know you're Zia?" "I don't know." Gray eyed her. "Just what were you telling him?" "Just...stuff." Zia averted her eyes. "What stuff?" Zia turned to her. "Where were you last night? "Just...somewhere." Now it was Gray's turn to avert her eyes. "Where somewhere?" "Call it even and I'll let you sleep in my bed for a day." Zia scoffed. "A month." "Two days." "Three weeks." "Three days." "Two weeks." Gray grunted. "One week." "Call." "Call." The two shared a quick handshake. "Hey, girls." "Oh, fuck!" Gray whispere
Latest chapter
Till Time Do Us Part 191. Almost
Till Time Do Us Part 190. Persuasion
Till Time Do Us Part 189. Tonight
Till Time Do Us Part 188. Suburbs
Till Time Do Us Part 187. Lost
Till Time Do Us Part 186. Changed
Till Time Do Us Part 185. Impaled
Till Time Do Us Part 184. Impulse
Till Time Do Us Part 183. The Three of Them
