The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 127

It had been ten minutes since Summer had sent out the message, and yet, there was no reply. Anxiety began to bubble within her. This was something that never happened before. With a sigh, she sent another text, [Emmitt, I’m at our usual spot.]

On the other end, Emmitt was zoning out with his phone in hand. When he got Summer’s first message, his initial reaction was to reply instantly. But the events of the previous night, coupled with the words his family had said, froze his fingers. He couldn’t type a word.

He had been taking care of Summer ever since their childhood, and he knew her better than anyone. Even after she rejoined the Gilbert family, he never saw her as a stranger. The thought of doubting her had never crossed his mind — until now.

Emmitt massaged his temples and opened Summer’s second message that just came in. After a moment of silence, he finally stood up, grabbed his car keys from the drawer, and left the office.

...

At an upscale bistro downtown, within a private room on the second floor.

Summer had been there since the class was over, having instructed her driver to drop her off. From five o’clock straight through to six, as the sky darkened outside the window, her heart sank a little more with each passing minute.

Emmitt hadn’t responded to any of her messages. She didn’t know if he was simply busy or intentionally ignoring her. It felt like ever since that phone call last night, something had shifted silently between them.

Clutching her phone, Summer wanted to call Emmitt, but she resisted the urge repeatedly. She kept telling herself to stay calm, not to panic.

“I’m fine with anything,” Summer murmured softly.

“Then let’s go with the usual,” Emmitt said, closing the menu and rattling off a few dishes to the waiter.

As soon as the waiter departed, Summer looked up to Emmitt across the table. Her smile was tinged with bitterness. “Emmitt, are you mad at me about last night?”

“I know I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. When I couldn’t reach Granny, I thought Mira took her. I hardly slept all night, worrying about the misunderstanding it might cause. I apologized to Mira today, but she seemed like she didn’t want to see me... Emmitt, I’m sorry. You can yell at me. It’s all my fault.” Her voice broke as she spoke, and her pale face looked all the more pitiable.