NovelEnglishMiles made it to the hotel right in the middle of the birthday bash.
Frankly, he hadn't been keen on coming. Just the sight of Aunt Karen and Mr. Turner brought back memories he'd rather forget.
But after checking with his dad, Everett, who admitted he'd had a few drinks, Miles decided to drop everything, join the fun, and play chauffeur for the evening.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo sooner had he settled in and grabbed a bite than he noticed Aunt Karen's phone light up. She glanced at it and then excused herself, heading outside.
Predictably, it was probably Felicity calling.
Given her penchant for sleeping in on weekends, it was just about the right tback in Anglonia for her to be waking up and dialing in.
Aunt Karen returned shortly, and then Mr. Turner excused himself.
While picking at his food, Miles overheard his sister, Aurora, whisper, "Aunt Karen, was that Felicity?" "Yes, dear. She's caught the flu, been running a fever for days now. That's why she couldn't cback for Mr. Turner's birthday." "The flu? Is it serious?" Aurora sounded worried. "She's all by herself over there, isn't she? Should I ask my friend-" "She's not alone," Karen said with a reassuring smile, her voice a soft murmur, "Calvin's with her." Sometimes Miles wished his hearing wasn't quite so sharp.
Even as the conversation turned to whispers, those four words effortlessly found their way to him, dampening his appetite despite the food he'd just picked up.
He remained seated, enduring the lengthy conversations that followed, waiting until Mr. Turner was visibly tipsy before the party finally wound down.
Driving back to Bay Residence, with his father in the passenger seat and Dorothy having left earlier due to work, and Craig taking a very pregnant Abigail hearly to avoid any risks, the night felt longer than usual.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Dad, need something for the hangover?" Miles asked, spotting a pharmacy up ahead.
Everett glanced at him, "Do I look like I've had too much?" Silence fell again until Everett, out of nowhere, asked, "You and Felicity, you still in touch?" Miles gripped the steering wheel tighter, puzzled by the sudden question, "No." "Not since Abigail's wedding?" "That's right." He'd seen Felicity chatting in the family group with Abigail a couple of times but never jumped into the conversation himself. Everett clicked his tongue, turning to face his son, "What was the real reason you two split up?" "...She said we weren't a good match." "And you just took her word for it?" Miles frowned, not catching on to his father's underlying meaning, "At first, no That's why I followed her, and even when she cback, I shamelessly tried again. But she left all the same." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesTalking to his dad, Miles felt no need to hold back.
It had been a while, and speaking about it now, he felt almost detached, as if he'd moved on.
"Didn't you ever suspect Felicity had a special reason? Something she couldn't share?" Everett probed deeper.
Miles chuckled, missing the gravity in his father's question, "Dad, I've cto terms with the breakup.
You and Mom don't need to worm et about me. I won't end up in the hospital from drinking too much again." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesEverett shot him a look, "Cto terms with it, huh? So, you're saying if Felicity cback wanting to make amends, you wouldn't be interested?" Content belongs to en.kikistories.com
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