Chapter 63 Forget It—Pretend I Didn't Say Anything

Chapter 63 Forget It—Pretend I Didn't Say Anything

Steven's POV

I don't know why Rebecca is avoiding me. She always looks away instinctively.

Sometimes when I try to talk to her, she makes excuses to leave. Whenever we're the only two people left in a room, she quickly walks away.

I've thought hard about when all this started to change, and it seems like it was after that night we came back together.

But from my perspective, everything was fine before that night, at least until we got to the door.

Now I just want an explanation, even though I probably already know the answer won't be good for me.

This constant cycle of hoping and being let down is driving me crazy.

My attention keeps falling on her without my control.

But she seems to be deliberately keeping her distance, always staying far away from me.

I really can't figure out why it's come to this. Even if I've been judged to have no chance, someone should at least tell me why.

I look at Rebecca. She's obviously feeling guilty, her eyes wandering, not daring to look at me directly.

Every time she pulls back, it hurts. This reaction itself feels like she's telling me she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore.

Or rather, this is already a very clear answer, reminding me not to bother her anymore.

I should let go and let her continue being with Everett. There was never any possibility between her and me anyway.

She stammers, "I—I've been a bit busy lately..."

Hearing this obviously half-hearted explanation, how could I not understand?

The little bit of light in my eyes gradually fades. I don't ask any more questions. I've already understood her choice. She wants to put all her energy into Everett, so she needs to deliberately distance herself from me.

This realization stabs at my heart, making my whole chest feel tight.

I know I should understand. They're a couple to begin with. The one who's really out of place is me. I'm the one trying to intrude on their relationship.

I watch her hurried retreat. Good thing I'm not holding anything, or I'm really afraid I might lose control.

I slowly follow, hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, and finally sit on the edge of the bed, my eyes fixed on that door.

I really want to go ask her directly why she's pushing me away. I clearly haven't done anything to hurt her.

I keep telling myself to be content, that being able to see her every day is already a luxury, but I just can't control it.

I listen to the steady sound of water in the bathroom, my hands moving as I pack things up.

Since she's already using actions to distance herself from me, I might as well back off myself, at least so I don't make things harder for her.

I pack up all my things, take one look at this familiar room that's starting to feel strange, then gently close the door.

I drag my luggage back to my own room, lie on the bed with my hands behind my head, but can't fall asleep at all.

This bed is clearly more comfortable than sleeping on the floor before, but I just can't relax.

As soon as I close my eyes, all I see is Rebecca.

This period of time has formed a habit in me—only when I see her can I truly settle down.

Now this room is too quiet, so empty it leaves me at a loss.

I suddenly sit up and grab my phone to make a call. "Hey, you're not asleep yet, right? Come out for drinks."

A sleepy voice comes from the other end. "Captain, it's already one in the morning. Are you sure?"

I'm silent for a moment, hearing that I woke him up. I sigh. "Never mind, forget I said anything."

Even without company, I can go drink by myself. It's just that my mind is too chaotic. I need to find a place to let it out.

Even though it's the middle of the night, the bar is still noisy with quite a few people.

I sit alone at the bar. The drink I ordered is quickly brought over.

The stuffy air in the bar mixed with the smell of alcohol makes me feel a bit dizzy. I drink one glass after another.

The bartender sees me drinking too hard and is obviously worried, reaching out to stop me.

"Sir, drinking this much on an empty stomach isn't good for you. Why don't you go to the dance floor and move around a bit?"

I glance at the writhing crowd on the dance floor, a flash of irritation crossing my face.

Actually, I've never liked noisy places like this. The only time I willingly danced was because Rebecca was there.

God, why am I thinking about her again? Maybe I should keep drinking now, at least I can feel a bit numb.

I push the bartender's hand away. "Don't worry, I won't cause you trouble."

The bartender is clearly not reassured. He calls the manager over and says a few words quietly. I'm too lazy to deal with them, just tilt my head back and drain everything in the glass.

The manager probably doesn't often see customers who drink like this. He walks over somewhat nervously. "Sir, you..."

Before he finishes speaking, a hand lands on my shoulder.

Jeffrey smiles. "Don't worry, you won't be short on money. He and I are friends. I'll watch him and won't let anything happen."

With an acquaintance appearing, the manager visibly relaxes. As he backs away, he politely says, "I hope you both have a pleasant evening."

I turn my head to look at Jeffrey. "Didn't you say you weren't coming?"

Jeffrey looks wounded. "Captain, you woke me up in the middle of the night and then just hung up on me."

"I never said I wasn't coming. You didn't even give me the address. Do you know how long I've been looking?"

He sits down beside me. "Captain, you look exactly like a man who just got his heart broken."

He stops mid-sentence, looks me up and down a few times, genuine surprise in his tone. "Captain, did you really get dumped?"

He immediately shakes his head, denying what he just said. "No, no. If you really got dumped, would you come here to drink? You'd have rushed to her door already."

My expression turns cold. "If you can't talk properly, you can leave."

Jeffrey quickly puts on a flattering smile. "Come on, Captain. If you have any relationship troubles, you can totally ask me."

I instinctively feel he's not very reliable, but I also know that at a time like this, there aren't many people I can turn to.

"How do you and Grace get along so well?"

Jeffrey seems to smell gossip, leaning a bit closer to me. "Captain, be honest, did you have a fight with Rebecca? I'll help you figure something out."

I look at his serious expression, well aware that he and Grace have always had a good relationship.

The fact that he can handle his relationship with Grace so steadily shows he does have some experience.

But I still don't quite believe he can really give me any good advice.

I hold the glass and turn it. "Stop talking, just drink quietly."

Later I get a bit tipsy from drinking, and only then do I put down the glass.

"That's enough. I'm done drinking. I'm going back to sleep."

Jeffrey's expression is a bit complicated. "You called me out to drink, and we really just drank?"

I stand up. Probably from drinking too much, my feet feel a bit unsteady.

Jeffrey quickly steadies me. "Captain, stop being stubborn with girls. In the end, you're the one who suffers."

Actually, I don't want it to be like this either, but she was the one who chose to back away first. She's the one who doesn't want to see me anymore.

I look up at Jeffrey through my drunken haze, my eyes a bit blurry. "Why do you think she's deliberately avoiding me?"