Chapter 213


    Chapter 213 Reckoning Time


    The phone kept buzzing, and after a moment’s hesitation, I answered. “Hello?” I greeted, my voice


    tinged with a formal distance.


    Silence. I was about to assume the caller got the wrong number when a man’s voice, cool and sharp,


    cut through the quiet, “I’m not doing so well.”


    His tone was so off that I could tell something was really wrong, even through the phone.


    I was momentarily speechless, unsure of what had happened. “What’s… what’s the matter?” I asked


    tentatively.


    Was he actually remembering how he made a fool of himselfst night? Maybe he was gearing up to


    corner me, warning me to keep quiet about his less–than–graceful moments by acting all cold and


    threatening?


    I racked my brain for a bit before his annoyed voice broke through, “Yvette, I’m at the hospital.”


    Wait, what?


    How did his being under the weather have anything to do with me?


    Trying to keep my cool, I asked, “Grandma’s getting out of the hospital today. Are you going to pick her


    up?”


    I could practically hear his icy scoff through the phone, “You’re pretty good at changing the subject.


    Last night, you took advantage of my drunken state to ‘murder your husband.‘ I’ve just left the exam


    room, and guess what? I’ve got a concussion. Yvette, what on earth did you do to mest night?”


    A concussion?


    I nked out for a second before responding, “A concussion? Butst night was fine…” I had made


    sure he got home safely.


    I stopped myself because the memory of him trying to kiss me, and me pushing him into the door frame


    where he might have started bleeding, shed in my mind.


    I had been worried, but he did not seem to show any signs of injury afterward and just slept like a log. I


    figured everything was okay, so…


    “What do you mean ‘all fine‘?” His voice was low and not too friendly on the other end.


    Trying to sound casual, I replied, “So, how much do you remember aboutst night?”


    His confusion was almost palpable over the phone as he said, “I barely remember a thing, Yvette. Right


    now, I’m the one asking the questions, not you.”


    It was not like him to lose his cool, but there he was, all worked up. I took a deep breath and said into


    the phone, “Okay, so here’s what went down. Last night, after we said goodbye to Mr. Lowry and the


    crew, you kinda spaced out on the way home. You got this sudden craving for something sweet and


    made me go get it. I left you in the car, but when I got back, poof, you were gone. I tracked you down in


    this sketchy alley, and you were cuddling this adorable golden retriever, a little girl dog. Does this ring


    any bells?”


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    Chapter 213 Reckoning Time


    The other end of the line was dead silent. I could not see his face, but I could feel the confusion. I kept


    going, “You were holding onto this golden retriever, and right there was this ck dog, maybe her


    buddy. I’m not sure what their deal was, but you were all fired up, telling me the ck dog was picking


    on her and you wanted to step in. You even chucked your fancy ck card at them like some kind of


    superhero. I took it back, though. That scratch you got was probably from your showdown with the


    ck dog.”


    He did not remember a thing fromst night, which meant I had the upper hand, right? I was not trying


    to dodge the fact that I identally hurt him. If he started grilling me about why he got hurt, I could not


    exactly spill that it was because he went for a kiss I did not want, and I pushed him away, could I?


    So yeah, ming the ck dog seemed like the way to go.


    The voice on the other end of the line finally broke the silence, deep and controlled, with a hint of allure,


    “Golden retriever? ck dog? Yvette, your imagination could use a little boost, don’t you think? If


    you’re going to spin a tale, at least pick something believable. Who knows, I might have bought it


    then?”


    I was speechless.


    I had hit a wall. Other than the wild usation of him being mauled by a big dog, everything else I said


    was the honest truth. He did not buy it.


    I took a deep breath, not bothering to defend myself, and said, “Alright, if you won’t believe it, that’s


    your choice. But it’s the truth, and if you don’t trust me, there’s nothing I can do about it.”


    I was done trying to make sense of it all. Any more exining would just drag me deeper into this


    mess.


    There was a heavy pause on the line before he asked, “So, what’s your n now?”