Chapter 8 Did Dylan Turn Into A Good Man?
Weakly, I handed my phone to Lily, letting her see the contents of Dylan's message. Lily, understanding my gesture, immediately checked my phone and read the message inside.
"So this is from Dylan?" I nodded in response.
"Just throw it away; forget about that guy. I think it's going to come back to hurt you again." Lily walked out of the room to throw away the bouquet of flowers she had just received.
"That message means he'll try to see you again. If not now, then some other time." Lily went back into the room, grumbling.
"I know, and I don't know what to do." I lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket up to my chest, and stared at the ceiling.
"If he is truly serious about wanting to apologize and make amends, if he has truly repented, ask him to meet you when I am present. He shouldn't mind so that his forgiveness has witnesses." Lily was right, but I was still lost in thought without responding.
"Tell him quickly. Reply to his message," Lily said quickly, handing me my phone again.
"Should I? Can't I catch my breath for a moment?" Honestly, I'm dizzy and exhausted from dealing with everything right now. My feelings are uncertain, and I can't think clearly yet. Maybe a short break will make me more careful in making decisions.
"If you delay it, then you have to be prepared to be terrorized by that scoundrel. Dylan will definitely try to contact you all the time and force you to meet." Ah damn, I can't ignore Lily's words.
"Alright, I'll ask him to meet me somewhere, and I'll come with you," I said, reaching for my phone again and typing a message to Dylan.
"Right, don't bring him here. We'll meet him somewhere if he's serious."
When Lily said that, I had already sent my message to Dylan. And I've never seen Dylan read my message and type so quickly before. This time Dylan's response was very quick. Did he really feel guilty and want to fix everything now?
My feelings kept wavering with uncertainty. On one hand, I'm afraid Dylan will do something reckless and hurt me, and on the other hand, I want to give him a chance.
And then the reply arrived. If Dylan agrees, then he's serious now. But if not, then he just wants to play again.
"Okay, I'll wait for you at the tulip garden as usual." And I was surprised because Dylan agreed to my request.
That tulip-filled garden was the one we often visited when we were dating, and Dylan even declared his feelings there. The kind and romantic Dylan I used to know became increasingly out of control and unrecognizable over time. Dylan has turned into a temperamental monster in the six months since we started dating.
But this time Dylan brought up the tulip garden that we hadn't visited in a very long time. That tulip garden only witnessed Dylan's kindness and romanticism at the beginning of our relationship. Is it possible that Dylan will become the Dylan I first met again?
"Dylan will be waiting for me at the tulip garden tomorrow. And he doesn't mind if you come with me." I knew Lily wouldn't believe it either; her face looked so shocked.
"Is that really Dylan? That bastard who got you pregnant?" Damn, Lily's words are always unfiltered, but that's just how she is.
"Yes, you can see it for yourself." Now I'm giving my phone back to Lily so she can see Dylan's message with her own two eyes.
"If that's the case, let's see how brave he is." Lily's eyes sparkled, as if we were on a mission to test Dylan's seriousness.
The next morning as we were getting ready to go meet Dylan, we ran into Damian at the entrance instead.
"Where are you going?" Damian asked, full of curiosity. He was carrying two large plastic bags with green onions sticking out of the top.
"We're not going anywhere; we were going to the supermarket," Lily said. Actually, I'm wondering why Lily is hiding our departure and who we're going to meet. However, I can't answer differently; we have to be united.
"If that's the case, you don't need to go out. I brought a lot of groceries to store in the fridge." Lily and I exchanged glances as Damian spoke. Even though this mutual gaze didn't provide an answer, we both knew we had to surrender and follow Damian's words.
"Okay, come in. If that's the case, then Daniella and I won't be going out," Lily said hesitantly. Slowly, we went back into the apartment, with Damian following us from behind.
"Let me put it down myself; you girls just sit," Damian said. He walked alone towards the kitchen and started filling the refrigerator.
"Why did you hide our departure?" Whispering to Lily, I was sure the distance from the living room to the kitchen wouldn't allow Damian to hear our conversation.
"Damian would definitely oppose you going. He would definitely support you stopping contact with Dylan. But our goal is to find out how serious Dylan is, not to seek protection from Damian." I understand Lily's words; she's just afraid that Damian will oppose my departure.
"If that's the case, what should we do?" I whispered again.
"Wait for him to come home," Lily said. We immediately stopped our conversation when we saw Damian had finished filling the refrigerator and was coming over to us.
"Everything is finished. Are you hungry? I'll make pasta for you." Damian suddenly took the initiative to cook, which made Lily and me a little tense because it meant we had to postpone our departure again.
"No need, we'll eat out. We had planned it beforehand." Lily tried to refuse, but Damian seemed determined to cook something for us.
"Let's eat at home. Home-cooked meals are much healthier than eating out." So we had no choice but to wait again.
Forty-five minutes passed, and the pasta had entered the stomach to be digested. After we finished eating, Lily apologized because we really had to go. Lily grabbed my hand and left Damian alone in the apartment, confused.
As soon as we arrived at the tulip garden, we immediately noticed Dylan. "He really came. It seems like you've been waiting a long time. Go meet him; I'll watch from here," Lily said.
I nodded, with hesitant steps and trembling hands. The fear of being hurt resurfaced when I stood before him. Dylan startled me with his tight hug.