Chapter 133

My heart continued racing as he rested his wicked eyes on me.

He is seated in a relaxed way, making me wonder how he got here.

I furrowed my brows in absolute confusion as I sat up properly, looking around me.

How did I even get into my apartment and into my bed?

I am supposed to be at the club.

What is......

I moved my gaze back to him.

He is still looking at me.

What is he doing here?

"Don't you recognize your place anymore?" he asked.

I suppressed my racing heart as I formed a straight face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

He didn't respond but looked around my messed-up room.

"I like the mess though,"

I scoffed internally.

Who is this....

"I asked you a question, Don Morelli," I said, making him look at me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked sternly.

"This is a nice place," he said, ignoring my question.

I scoffed, looking away as my heart went on racing.

"You sure do know how to use money well."

"Get out, Don Morelli," I ordered, looking at him angrily.

He stared at me

"Didn't you hear me? Get the fuck out of my apartment." I snarled.

"What did I say about clubbing?" he asked calmly.

I scoffed.

Seriously?!

"Why are you so annoyingly stubborn?" he asked.

"Go to hell!" I snapped. "I can do whatever the fuck I want. You have no say in my life, got it?"

He stared at me.

I scoffed. "I see why you are here. You are back to your fucking habit, aren't you?"

He kept staring at me.

"You push me away whenever you please and then come back like nothing happened. And you expect me to fucking accept you this time?"

He didn't respond.

"That's not going to happen, sir. Not after the way you treated me and humiliated me in front of your annoying family. I am done with you, you hear me?"

He didn't utter a word but kept staring at me.

I looked away, folding my hands as I felt tears approaching.

"I am not here to make you accept me back," he said.

I kept looking away.

"I meant it when I said you don't exist to me anymore."

My heart clenched severely as I looked at him.

He is looking at me.

"Then leave. Why the fuck are you here?" I asked, suppressing my tears.

"Go back to your stupid mansion and your perfect wife. Leave me the hell alone,"

His eyes rested on me without saying anything, adding to my misery.

"I can't tell you why things are like this, Eve. But it is for the best. You and I can never be together."

I scoffed, looking away as my heart clenched again.

"Things happen for a reason. But you still need to stay out of trouble," he said.

A tear rolled down my eyes while looking away.

"This area is not safe," he added.

God, what is with this annoying man?

What does he care?

"I don't know how else you want me to spell that out for you," he said.

"I don't need you to keep me safe. Just leave. Your presence is pissing me off right now. Just go!" I cried, losing control of my tears as my heart tightened.

God, I hate this.

What have I done to myself?!

What did he do to me?

I sensed him getting on his feet, but I didn't look his way.

I felt his eyes on me as my heart clenched more.

"I apologize for what happened at the dinner party," he said.

I let out a tiny scoff.

"Again, stay out of trouble. I hope you listen this time." He said, and I heard him walking away, making me look at him.

He is really walking away.

My heart bled as I stared at him. I heard the door closing, making me lower my gaze as more tears flowed.

I laid on my side, grabbing my pillow closer as I sobbed painfully.

My heart tightened continuously as his words repeated in my head.

"I meant it when I said you don't exist to me anymore. You and I can never be together."

I lay on my back, letting out a sigh as I stared at the ceiling with my tear-filled eyes.

My heart clenched all over again.

I sobbed, covering my face with my hands as I felt Lulu close to me.

I let out more sobs.

God, this feels so awful.

HOURS LATER.........

"Evie," I heard Imogen's voice as I walked out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body.

I saw Imogen walking into my room dressed in blue jean trousers and pink top.

"Imogen," I called, walking towards my bed.

"Hey," she said, approaching me. "What's up with you? I have been calling you since last night."

I picked up Lulu and caressed her fur as I sat on my bed.

Imogen got on the bed too, looking at me.

"How are you?" she asked.

I nodded.

"I am fine," I said, lowering my gaze as I caressed Lulu's fur.

"Why weren't you picking up my calls?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I didn't want to cause more trouble between you and your mum," I said, looking at her.

She scoffed. "You should have picked up my calls, Evie. You know how worried I can be. I looked for you at that place, but I couldn't find you. Where did you go to?"

I didn't respond but placed Lulu on the bed and walked towards my closet.

"Evie,"

I heaved a sigh.

"Why are you ignoring me?" she asked.

I turned to her.

She is on her feet, looking at me.

"What is wrong?" she asked.

"You shouldn't be here, Imogen. Your mother said......"

"Okay, enough about my mother." She retorted.

I rubbed my arm a bit.

"She can't choose my friends for me, and she can't end my friendship with anyone. Especially not this precious friendship that has lasted for years now. We are literally sisters," she said.

I lowered my gaze.

"Let's just continue ignoring her opinions about our friendship like we used to. I am not giving up except you are," she said.

My weak heart melted a bit as I looked at her.

"Are you giving up on us?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I would be very stupid to do so. You are the only real thing I have."

"Of course I am," she said, making me smile a bit.

"Come here," she said, walking towards me, and we wrapped each other in a hug.

I felt tears coming but I suppressed them.

I have had enough tears already.

We unwrapped each other and stared at ourselves while still holding hands.

"I am sorry for everything," she said.

I nodded. "Thanks,"

"I am sorry about the Don," she said, making my heart clench as everything came back to my head.

"I am done with him. It is time to focus on me and my studies," I said.

She nodded. "Yes, your studies are really lacking."

"Yeah, I am going to fix it right away," I said, turning towards the closet.

"That's good to hear." She said as I took out my trousers.

"Today is going to be tedious though," she said.

"What and what do we have?" I asked as I searched for a top to wear.

"A lot. But Professor James is coming in this morning," she said, making me sigh.

We are going to have long lecture hours.

Perhaps I need that to get my attention off things.

LATER IN THE DAY.....

IN CLASS.....

"That will be all for the day. See you guys next week," the second professor of the day said before walking away.

"Finally," Imogen said, letting out a sigh.

I, on the other hand, feel tired already. I rubbed my temples slightly as I closed my notebook.

"We have the next class in an hour," Imogen said, making me look at her.

She is looking at her phone.

"That's good. I could use a free time because I feel tired and kinda weird," I said, taking out my phone.

"I am tired too. I bet everyone is tired as well," she said as I scrolled up my phone.

I came across my chats with Adrian.

My weak heart clenched all over again.

With my fingers, I reached to click on the chat but stopped myself.

I locked my phone and placed it down as I brushed my hair back with my fingers.

I felt a sting in my head, making me close my eyes a bit.

"Imogen, right?" Miles' familiar voice got my attention.

"Yes, who is asking?" Imogen asked a bit rudely.

Miles' eyes moved towards me.

"Evelyn, hey," he said with a smile.

"Hey," I said, smiling a bit.

"What do you want, Miles?" Imogen asked, getting his attention.

I let out a tiny chuckle as I faced my phone.

I furrowed my brows at the weak feeling all over my body and my head.

I couldn't hear Imogen and Miles' voices.

I moved and got on my feet, but my head began to bang uncontrollably.

I placed my hand on my head a bit.

"Evie?" I managed to hear Imogen call, but I lost the balance of my legs and body as I landed on the floor.

"Evie!"

Everywhere was blurry, but I could see two unclear people looking at me. Some two more people joined and, slowly, darkness dominated me.

I heard voices around me, making me open my eyes slowly, and I saw a white ceiling.

"Thank you, ma'am." I heard Imogen's familiar voice as I looked around me.

I am in a familiar ward.

It is the school's clinic.

God, what happened to me?

"Evie, you are awake," Imogen said, walking towards me.

"Imogen,"

"Hey," she said, sitting next to me as I sat up.

"What happened? Why am I here?" I asked.

"Okay, firstly, you are not pregnant," she said, making me furrow my brows.

"Whoo, which is relieving," she said, placing her hand on her chest.

"We are not ready for our kids yet. You are just down with a fever," she said.

I let out a sigh.

"Yeah. That's just it," she said.

"Thanks for bringing me here," I said.

"You are welcome. Miles helped me though," she said.

I hummed. "Really? That's nice. He is a nice guy."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, whatever. But what could be the cause of your fever?"

I rested my head on the headboard of the bed.

"Is it him?" she asked.

My heart ached.

She raised her brows at me.

"Stop bringing him up, Imogen," I said, looking away.

"I am sorry, but I know you very well. You hardly fall sick. And you know you hate medications. How will you get well fast?" she asked.

"I will get well fast, don't worry," I said, lowering my gaze.

"Well, you have a lot of medication to dig in for the next few days. Are you ready for it?" She asked, showing me a bunch of medicine in her hands.

My stomach churned at the sight of them.

God, I hate taking meds.

"I know that face," she said, making me look at her.

"But you have to take them," she said.

"Do I have to take that much?" I asked, still making a face.

"Uh...yes. Except you don't want to get better."

I heaved a sigh.

"Especially now you want to take your studies seriously," she said.

"Fine. I will take them."

"Yeah. You don't have a choice, sweetie." She teased, packing the meds as I lowered my gaze.

Adrian filled my head again for the umpteenth time since all the misery started.

Now, I am down with a fever.

How nice.

My heart clenched tightly.

God, I shouldn't have stepped foot in that mansion.

My misery started that night.

I just hope I recover from this.

I have to recover and forget about everything that has to do with him.

DAYS LATER....

AT SHE-BEAUTY FASHION HOUSE....

"Seriously, Imogen, how did you convince me to come out here with you?" I asked as we walked along the huge and spacious hallway that is filled up with fancy stores on both sides.

"My witchery skills," Imogen said, taking me in a direction.

"Of course, you are a witch," I said.

"You have been in doors for days now dealing with fever. You need sunlight and fresh air," she said.

I scoffed. "I didn't know that She-beauty fashion house was sunlight and fresh air."

"Firstly, it is She-beaute," she said, making me roll my eyes as we walked into a store filled with beautiful clothes.

"Secondly, the road was sunlight and shopping is fresh air," she said, letting go of my hand as she moved towards a dummy with a very beautiful white jumpsuit on it.

"This is so nice, right?" she asked.

I nodded, admiring the suit.

"Let's get two pairs, and we could do twinnie." She said, smiling at me.

I chuckled. "Sure,"

"Well, well, well, if it is Evelyn Millers," Mimi's familiar voice got my attention.