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150. Bar Incident
LeemaHi! You may be confused with the plot flow not making any sense. I apologize for that. I was finalizing my term paper while writing chapters. The guilt of not being able to offer you a decent-quality story is eating my pride, therefore I'm editing the story starting from Chapter 120. Please accept this humble compensation and continue to support my book *grovels on the ground*
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Till Time Do Us Part 151. Shop
“Gray!” exclaimed a visibly enthusiastic Zia Scott as she dove into Gray’s bed, interrupting her sleep. Gray merely groaned in response, pulling the blanket over her head and continuing to sleep in a fetal position with her back facing Zia. “Graaaaay, come ooooon.” Zia annoyingly shook her back. “Listen to meeeee,” she whined. Gray brought both palms to cover her ears as her eyes remained shut. ‘Get out,” she uttered in a hoarse, deep voice. “Nooooo,” Zia whined some more, putting more force in shaking her. “Do you know what time it is? It’s already eleven forty-three for your information.” Despite her countless attempts, Gray, who seemed to have lulled herself back to sleep, didn't do as much as flinch in response. It snapped a vein in Zia’s forehead and made her go into vicious mode. Leaning back with both palms behind her supporting her weight, she lifted both legs up and kicked Gray’s back until she fell together with the blanket with her face flat on the floor. “Fuck…” groa
Till Time Do Us Part 152. Grocery Shopping
“Okay!” Zia Scott zealously took out her mini notebook from the pink sling bag she always carried with her. Meanwhile, Gray was listlessly standing in front of her with an empty grocery shopping cart before her, her arms folded and leaning on the handle. “So far,” started Zia. “What we’re having for Thanksgiving dinner are…” She took a deep breath and continued. “Lasagna, homemade gravy, homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, cornbread green apple chestnut stuffing, roast chicken, ambrosia, green bean casserole with lobster, candied yams, roast turkey, italian dressing, green bean casserole with crispy onions, cranberry sauce, homemade stuffing with foie gras and marinated sweet potatoes,” she said in a fast pace manner. “‘So far’” Gray raised an eyebrow. “What, were you planning on feeding all the people in the building?” Zia continued to browse her notes and didn’t seem to quite hear her sarcasm. “Oh, and pumpkin pie!” she exclaimed. Gray palmed her face. “Zi,” she called her. Zia
Till Time Do Us Part 153. Invite
“Hey.” With her hands still full of potatoes she had yet to put in the shopping cart, she looked over her shoulder to the person beckoning her attention. “Oh, hey,” she responded, recognizing the person behind her. “Edward.” Hearing his name, Zia’s focused attention of discerning which vegetables to choose was shifted toward him. Peeking beside Gray’s tall stature, her eyes made contact with Edward’s. “Oh, hey,” he said, seeing her. “I didn’t know you were here too, Sophia. How are you?” “I’m fine!” She beamed a smile with carrots on both hands. He turned his attention back to Gray. “So, what are you guys doing here?” “Trying out clothes,” Gray curtly responded with a hint of sarcasm as she put the potatoes in the shopping cart just behind her. “Huh?” replied Edward with a soft chuckle, didn’t seem to mind her sarcastic remark. Perhaps he got used to it. However, hearing her response, Zia silently reprimanded her with a kick on her right shin. “Ow…” groaned Gray, slightly li
Till Time Do Us Part 154. Ice Cream
Gray Stewart woke up to the faint sound of heavy raindrops pouring outside. She seemed to have cried herself to sleep as she was tired to begin with. The room was now a bit dimmed due to the dark clouds accompanied by heavy rainfall. She felt the piece of paper on her hand, she appeared to have held onto it in her sleep. The paper was now a little crumpled on the part where her hand clutched. She let go of the sketch, leaving it lying on the dusty floor. She got up and dusted herself then she reached for the door without deliberating whether to let herself be devoured by memories again. She left the room immediately, closed the door behind her, picked up the cabinet she left on the hallway and headed downstairs. She wiped the cabinet clean before putting it in her bedroom beside her closet and arranged Zia's tiny clothes inside. Then she changed into a baggy white T-shirt and black sweatpants with her indoor black slippers. She checked the time on her phone. 12:54 P.M. She headed to t
Till Time Do Us Part 155. The Wife
“Your mother?!” exclaimed the evidently surprised Zia Scott, looking up at the woman by the door. “Excuse me?” asked the seemingly bemused woman as she glanced at the little girl. Then, she dragged her eyes to look at Gray. “How may I help you?” “Y-you’re,” stammered Gray, her eyes quivering with confusion. “Where’s Amanda Corbett?” The woman put her palm on her chest. “I am Amanda Corbett. Do I know you?” Even with her name verified, Gray was still having a hard time believing. The woman just had a very close resemblance to a woman that once shunned her. She may have not seen that woman for over five years already, but she figured that’s how the wrinkles and age spots would find her face right now. “N-no,” responded Gray. “I’m just here to return something.” She stuck her hand on her trouser’s back pocket and pulled out a golden pendant. “I believe this belongs to your late husband?” She handed it to her. Amanda received the pendant with both hands. She stared at it with questi
Till Time Do Us Part 156. Photo
“Who are you?” asked an utterly bemused Zia. Amanda shifted her glance at Gray who was also waiting for whatever answer she had in store. Her eyes swiveled between the two. “How come you have a picture with our mom’s? Zia asked once more. Amanda gave them a sweet smile. She put the box on the floor and took the photo. “We were best friends.” She walked past them and settled down on the couch. “We were friends, the four of us, back in high school.” She glanced at them. Gray and Zia shared a confused glance then they also decided to sit around the table. Zia hopped on the couch, sitting beside Amanda while Gray was on a chair, just beside where Amanda left the box. “You and Alexandra really look alike in this photo,” said Zia, leaning in toward the photo on Amanda’s hand. “Yes.” Amanda softly chuckled. “I couldn’t count the times people would mistake us as twins.” She glanced at Zia. “When we first met, she even dragged me to the hospital to get a DNA test but the result was negati
Till Time Do Us Part 157. Lovers
“They were lovers?” repeated Zia for clarification. “Yes…” Amanda paused and glanced at Gray. “Are you okay hearing this, dear? I mean, if you’re uncomfortable—” “No, do continue,” intercepted Gray. “I’m intrigued.” “Okay,” said Amanda. “But first,” she rose from the couch. “I’ll go get you girls something to drink. What do you want, juice, coffee?” Zia raised her hand. “Sophia wants juice!” “Juice for the little lady…” Amanda glanced at Gray. “I’ll go with juice, too, thanks,” said Gray. As soon as Amanda was out of the living room, Zia eyed her. “Isn’t it freaky?!” “Which part?” responded a nonchalant Gray. “All of this!” Zia opened her little arms wide in the air. “Isn’t this too much of a coincidence? I mean, to think she was friends with all of our mothers,” she noted. Gray just stared at her uninterested in her seat. “And the fact that her husband was your mom’s ex-boyfriend?!” added Zia. “I mean, the guy could have been your father.” “She’s not my mom, Zi” corrected
Till Time Do Us Part 158. The Daughter
“I’m Rory,” said a little girl with honey colored skin, barely reaching three and a half feet. Gray eyed the little girl. “You’re…Rory?” “Yes!” The little girl hopped. “That’s what mommy call Rory.” “Okay, then, Rory…” Gray squatted down to level with her line of vision. “Why were you dumbly looking for a fictional character?” Rory tilted her head in bemusement. “Huh?” Gray sighed. “Fairy godmother, why were you looking for her?” “Oh!” Rory broke into a smile. “Daddy say Rory…”she paused and fumbled with her fingers as if searching for the words to say from behind her head. “Good kid,” she continued. “Fairy godmother come.” Gray’s brows furrowed. “You mean, if you’re a good kid then the fairy whatmother will come to you?” “Yes!” Gray studied the little girl in front of her. Instead of listening to alienated stories about the woman who gave birth to her, she had decided she would rather play along with this kid and pass the time with her. She scanned the room which appeared t
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