Chapter 50 Tell Me He Doesn't Love Me
Quinn's POV
I waved goodbye to the old lady who kept me company on the bus on the way home. Thanks to her, I stopped crying. Although, to be honest, I'm now confused about where to start again.
Maybe I should pack up and move out of my current flat because the rent is too expensive for me to afford without my income now. Then I can go back to my old part-time jobs. Once that's done, I can explain to Dylan that I can't afford to keep him in that expensive hospital.
No matter, even if I have to start over again, at least Dylan is with me, so I’m not alone.
I wiped away the rest of my tears and quickened my pace. However, my steps halted when I saw Owen sitting on the front staircase of my flat.
Honestly, I don't understand how Owen found out my new address, but it seems like he came for something important because he could have met me at S-T Arena if it was about work, not at home like this.
I wanted to turn back because I didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now. But it was too late, because after just two steps, Owen shouted my name.
“Quinn! Wait, Quinn!”
I stopped in place, wiping my eyes with my hand so the traces of my tears wouldn’t be too obvious. I’m not sure why I keep running into Owen at the worst possible times.
“Quinn, why didn’t you go home? Because you saw me?”
I nodded. Honestly, I hoped I could answer all of Owen’s questions without using my voice so he wouldn’t know that my voice sounded hoarse from crying.
"I'm sorry you must be surprised. But I had to come here because the general manager asked me to see you. He said you might need someone right now. So I came to your house because he also said you might go straight home."
Oh look, the general manager is even more thoughtful than my own boss. But in other words, he probably also knows what happened between me and Grayson. Oh, everything got messed up in one day. No, even less than a day.
Then I heard Owen sigh. “Grayson, that guy is such a jerk.”
I chuckled to myself because it was funny hearing one jerk accuse another jerk. You’re all the same, I thought.
All men are the same at this point, in my opinion. One woman isn't enough for them, and they like to hide their relationships with their real partners so they can look for someone else when they get bored. It's really disgusting!
"How dare he pretend to be nice and get close to you, even threatening me, but in the end he already has someone he's waiting for, his childhood sweetheart."
Owen's words really opened up the wound I had closed on the bus earlier. It reminded me of how sad I was. Owen, you bloody bastard!
“I’m so sorry you had to deal with someone like Grayson. If you need someone for you to talk to, I’d be happy to be that person.”
I finally couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore. I laughed out loud, not caring if other pedestrians saw me, not caring if they thought I was crazy.
I then turned around to look at Owen. “Did I hear those words from someone who also dumped me suddenly a year ago?”
Owen’s confident expression immediately changed. Whether it was because he saw me crying or because my words were true, he froze in place like a statue.
"Owen," I said again. I patted his jacket collar. "What Grayson did was exactly the same as what you did. The difference is that Grayson is more quiet and knows shame, while you... you don't because you still dare to meet me after what happened a year ago."
Suddenly, Owen took out his handkerchief and slipped it into my hand. "Wipe your tears with this hankie. No need to hand it back. And as for what I did in the past, I was a jerk and shameless, you're right. But I won't repeat my mistakes again.”
“Do you think I’m giving you a second chance, Owen?” I asked, disbelieving.
"That's my hope. But I won't force you if you don't want to. But at least I hope you'll take me back as a friend. That way you won't be alone, Quinn. After all, you need someone you can rely on besides yourself. I know it's not easy because you're used to doing everything by yourself, but try. Little by little."
I had no idea what kind of demon was possessing Owen at this moment. But at least he wasn't making my day worse by saying unnecessary things.
“Let’s just say Grayson is getting his karma for today’s injury. After this, he probably won’t be able to play at his best. And if he loses, he might take some time to reflect on himself.”
Even though I was furious with Grayson too, hearing Owen wish for Grayson to lose made me a little annoyed.
"Why, Quinn? Did Grayson hit you? Did he hurt you physically too?" Owen tried to touch me, but I quickly pushed his hand away.
"I'm curious, you don't know anything about this woman named Kelly? You said you know Greyson's family, so I thought you might know about her," I said sarcastically.
"I want you to believe me, Quinn. I do know them, but not personally. I don't know anything about Kelly. I'm not saying this to win you over, but because it's the truth. Besides, if that woman really is Grayson's fated mate, then that means—"
“Enough, please don’t continue,” I interrupted. “I know what you’re gonna say.”
“Quinn! Where are you going?” Owen shouted as I walked past him.
I wanted to make an agreement with Grayson stating that I would stop being his therapist. And for the penalty I had to pay, I would pay it in installments. Whether he agreed or not, Grayson had to sign it.
Because it’s pointless to stay at his side when he no longer trusts me and he’s already found his fated mate. Besides, I don’t want to be the one who ruins someone else’s relationship. I’m not that kind of woman.