Lost in You novel Chapter 77

What they don't realize is that I'm listening right next to them.

They leave after making out with each other for a while.

After that, I also leave.

Isabel is even more vicious than she was a few years ago.

She wants me to be dead.

After listening to their plan, I begin to prepare my plan slowly.

I don't believe Isabel would have no plan when she finds that Porter isn’t dead. But she must want to get rid of me first.

Why don't I counter-plot?

Everything is planned, and I am just waiting for Porter to find me.

Isabel's wedding is only two days away, so Porter will definitely do it before then.

Sure enough, Porter asks me out.

"You have no idea how I got out of here before. That bitch Isabel is really mean, and she wants to kill me!" Porter has been bad-mouthing Isabel on the phone, and I chuckle in my heart.

You really love to act.

"You still remember our previous agreement, right? I won’t let her live well. When she has nothing to lose, she would only rely on you. You know?" I pretend to warn him, "We must make up our minds before we meet again. Since she knows you're alive, she won’t let you off."

"Then come here, and we'll make a plan." Porter finally asks me out.

"Alright." I answer without doubt, "Where are you? I'll come over later."

"East State, in an unfinished building." Porter says.

"I'll be there in a minute," I say.

It seems that woman is indeed a curse, but also a barrier to men.

I don't know if he will kill me like Isabel has told him. Maybe he has other thoughts in his mind. Whatever thoughts he has in his mind, I should prepare for them in advance.

Putting on my hat and mask, I go out.

I don't know what's waiting for me.

James calls me midway. I watch his number flickering on the screen, not knowing whether to answer or not.

I finally get through, for somehow, I suddenly remember the day I shared a bed with him. His body temperature warmed me and made me feel at ease.

"Where are you? James's voice sounds worried. "Where are you now?"

"What's the matter with you? I ask confusingly, "Why are you so anxious?"

There is a tremor in James's voice. "Wherever you are, come back immediately!"

The car has driven into the suburbs, and I will be there soon. The suburbs are deserted, and I squint at the road.

"I have something to do. Tell me when I come back." Then I hang up the phone.

"Carl--"

James's anxious voice stops, and I feel upset, for some reason.

Porter has been holed up here lately. No one is in sight but a few run-down, dilapidated buildings.

I walk up the floor, step by step. Porter is waiting for me there.

He smokes his cigarette and greets me when he sees me. "Pretty fast," he says.

"Yes, there is no traffic."

I look around and settle down.

There is only a bed board and a mattress here. A few wine bottles and some food boxes are on the floor.

"You've had a really hard life.” I stand at some distance from him.

Porter squints at me. "No, but it's coming to an end."

"How did Isabel find you out the other day?" I ask.

Porter sighs, "I am a loser. I can't help wanting to see her. I'm really cheap."

Yes, he is.

"How did you get out?" I look at him sharply.

Some car horns came from afar.

Porter's voice is perfunctory among them.

"I leave until they were gone. I asked you to come here, but you didn’t." Porter complains.

"We can't all be exposed." I explain.

Porter stares at me. "You always wear the mask and hat. It really makes me curious about what you look like."

I smile. "I don't believe you." I say directly.

"You're telling the truth." Porter's eyes are fierce.

"What do you want to do with me today?" The atmosphere becomes tense.

"I'm sorry. No matter what I do," says Porter, gritting his teeth, "I cannot betray Isabel."

“Sure enough." I clench my fist.