All Chapters of Till Time Do Us Part: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Gray Stewart woke up to the alarm on her phone atop the nightstand that resounded throughout the room. With her eyelids still weighing down her eyes, she groped the furniture for her phone and turned it off with a swipe. Taking the phone into her hand, she turned to the other side of the bed and noticed Zia gone. With her bedroom fully enclosed without any windows, night and day wouldn’t differ at all inside; therefore, it was impossible to ascertain the time. Tapping on the screen of her phone, it lit up. She checked the time; however, her eyes found the unread messages from Sarah on the notifications of her lock screen. And before she could think of anything, her finger tapped on the notification and opened the messaging app. Seeing her inbox, only Sarah’s name was in bold with 8 unread messages. As she tapped on her name, it revealed the messages she had yet to read. And the latest message caught her attention first as it was the longest. ‘I don’t know if you’re blaming yourself

“What is that?” uttered Ronald. Gray saw him standing up as well as Colleen. His head turned around, looking for the source of the sound. “Whose phone is that?” The men began tilting their heads and checking their phones. “Not mine,” said one man. “Not mine either,” responded another. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” thought Gray and abruptly hit the power off button of her phone in panic without looking at the caller. When she peeked back at them, Ronald was still suspicious. She laid flat on the floor. She could feel the beating of her heart rising to her throat. She glanced at the door she entered from. If things go south, that was her only escape plan. From staring unfocused at the ceiling, Gray turned her head toward her phone. “I just remembered you fucking got me in trouble back there,” she said to her phone, and obviously, it couldn’t respond to her so she turned her head back toward the ceiling. “Or maybe it was Edward’s fault.” She closed her eyes and rewound the events herself as

“Oh, right,” uttered Gray Stewart as she stared unfocused at the ceiling of her bedroom. “That Undertaker-looking dude…” She took a pause as her head attempted to dig up an answer in her memories. “...What happened to him?”And just like that, Undertaker took his part in appearing in her head and issuing a flashback. This was when Gray’s complexion turned pale as her eyes met Fakey McBaldy. Likewise, he was also just as surprised when he saw her.“T-there’s someone here!” he shouted, pointing his trembling hand to her.While he was still under confusion, Gray pulled out her stuck foot so hard, her shoe fell off. With one less shoe, she squeezed her body out of the set of tanks and sprinted on the side aisle. She had only one way to go; the door.As she sprinted without looking back, she could hear clamoring and the breaking of bottles, as well as vehement footsteps.“Catch her! Shoot! Faster!” were the words she could pick up in the middle of escaping.Almost reaching the knob of the

Gray Stewart suddenly felt a shiver down her spine and found herself lying in a fetal position on her bed as she thought of her fight with Undertaker who was responsible for most of the injuries and bruises she got. And even as she dreaded remembering that event again, her rebel mind didn’t listen and did its own playback.This was the time after she made a declaration. She looked down on Fakey and Tentacle’s immobilized body. She took the two knives beside them then she slowly walked to the center aisle, right across the door where Undertaker stood.“Sir!” she called out to him. “How about a tasty one-on-one match?” She held one finger up over her face. “How about it?” She halted at the center of the aisle, right across Undertaker on the other side of the room. She stood at attention like a soldier and clasped both hands behind her with the knives. She was aiming to look as docile as possible. “Would you heed my request?” she slightly tilted her head. “Sir?”Truth be told, her legs w

As soon as Gray Stewart left the apartment, Azriel put the wok down on the counter and pulled a chair from the dining table and sat down. He reached for his phone that was on the table. On the other hand, the little girl was looking at him with confusion plastered on her face.“What are you doing?” she asked him. “I thought you’re cooking?”He shot her a quick glance, then brought his eyes back to the screen of his phone. Then he brought his phone up to his ear. After a few seconds of staring into space, he finally spoke.“Get me,” he said to his phone and then pulled it away his ear as he pressed the screen, perhaps to end the call.Witnessing this, she couldn’t help but sigh. “So, now that your beloved sister is out of the apartment, there’s no use in cooking something she’ll probably won’t eat, huh?”He scowled at her. “‘Beloved sister’?” He sneered. “What preposterous claim is that?”She grabbed the wok and put it back in the cabinet under the counter. “Then why are you suddenly d