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165. Question
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2022-07-19 23:28:22
Leemaout of the frying pan into the fire, eh? haha
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“Gray!” beckoned Zia Scott; however, Gray didn’t do as much as look back at her. “Gray!” Zia ran toward her and pulled on her hand until she stopped walking. Gray looked down at her with half open eyes. “What?” “What do you mean ‘what’?!” ranted Zia. “Go get Edward, he went to the dumpster because of your stupid excuse!” Gray shot a glance at the clock on the wall above the TV. “In the middle of the night?” she said as she yawned. “It’s your fault anyway,” noted Zia. “You’re the one who messed up in the first place, though,” countered Gray along with another yawn. “We can’t keep arguing about what’s already happened.” Zia started pulling her hand toward the door. “Just go make something up and take him back here.” “Just pointing out a fact,” said Gray as she used her other free hand to push herself from the door, refusing to go out. Zia strenuously opened the door and pushed her out. “Just go,” she said and closed the door shut. With Zia alone in the apartment, she could not
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With Gray Stewart gone to her bedroom, only Zia and Edward are left standing in the hall. She shot a glance at him who still had bemusement plastered on his face. He then looked at her which utterly surprised her, but it was already too late for her to look away. She took a deep sigh. “Aunt Gray calls me Zee the same way she calls Aunt Zia because she said I look like Zia when she was little so I reminded Gray of her,” she said in a fast-paced manner. Then she looked back without checking his reaction. “Good night, Edward.” She waved her hand above her head and made her way toward Gray’s bedroom. When she entered the bedroom and locked the door behind her, she saw Gray sitting on the side of the bed, staring down at her phone. “You really just left me after you made that mistake,” bellyached Zia as she stood by the door. “Why didn’t you help me clear it up?” Gray shot her a cold, uninterested glance and stared back at her phone. “You said my excuse was stupid,” she said lethargic
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Till Time Do Us Part 185. Impaled
Gray Stewart casted her trembling eyes at the man who also bore the same expression as her—just as stupefied.After meeting her eye-to-eye and seeing her pained expression, the man lowered his gaze and finally noticed his hand still gripping on the hilt of the knife impaled on her stomach. Although the oozing blood was not apparent through her black buttoned shirt, when the warm blood touched and imprinted itself on the edge of the man’s gripping hand, it made him let go in trepidation. He finally realized what he had done.“I…I…” the man cried, his wobbly legs slowly stepping back.Gray, on the other hand, just followed him with the orbs of her eyes, her mouth gaping in unutterable pain.Unable to notice the rock behind the man, he tripped over it and fell down as he continuously stepped back. “I-it’s not my fault!” he barked as he crawled his way out of their sight.Belinda, who was hiding herself behind Gray, finally spoke. “God,” she sighed. “That was really scary just now.” She s
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Till Time Do Us Part 183. The Three of Them
“E-edward?” stammered Zia Scott when her eyes met with Edward’s bemused facial expression.His eyes swiveled in between the two kids in front of him, then he turned to Zia. “Is he your friend?” He approached them in the kitchen. “What happened to him? Why is he crying?”She fiddled with her thumbs as her lips would go back from closing themselves to parting again, contemplating on what right words to say so she wouldn’t look bad in front of her fiance—not that Edward knew it was Zia he was talking to and not Sophia.He turned to the little boy sobbing across from Zia. “Are you okay?” he said delicately.Instead of answering, Jeffrey merely glared at him then stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door hard behind him.Edward glanced at Zia, bewilderment flitting across his features. “Who was that boy?”“Uhh..” In order to avoid making contact with his eyes, Zia kept herself preoccupied with transferring the mashed potatoes in a serving bowl. “He came here looking for Azriel but wh
