Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter
23
Soon after, Ethan and Leah went into the hotel room together. I watched them from where I stood until the door closed behind
them before I went downstairs to have dinner.
Even though I was very hungry and had a massive appetite before going downstairs, I felt nauseous when I looked at the menu.
The waiter stood quietly beside me, showing no sign of impatience. Feeling embarrassed, Lasked for the day's special and sat
there, counting the threads on the table linen.
My mind kept replaying the scene of them entering the room together. I thought they were probably doing well. But then...

I kept thinking about that night Ethan kissed me, and I suddenly became pissed off. What did he take me for? Just a bored cat he
played with? or a cheap and disposable toy he could just mess with? The cutlery in my hand felt like it was about to snap from
my grip. I took a deep breath and turned to leave.
The next morning. I went to the airport. As my boarding time approached, my phone rang. I pulled it out to see an unfamiliar
number. After a moment of hesitation, I answered the
call.
It was Liam's voice on the other end. "Eve, you're unreasonable. You ditched me for dinner and now you've even switched hotels
to avoid me, huh?"
1 lowered my eyes and kicked the floor with disinterest. "I paid for the meal. And where I choose to stay is my business, not
yours."
"Heartless little thing." Liam said while pretending to be hurt. "This is my phone number. Save it so we can stay in touch."
An announcement came over the intercom, and I grabbed my luggage and walked toward my gate. "I don't have any need to
contact you. Goodbye."
Thung up and looked out the window. The clouds were flutty and the sky was a deep blue, like another ocean, I was feeling
drowsy after a nearly sleepless night. As I closed my eyes and drifted off, I had a dream.

In the dream, I was back to when I was persistently clinging to Ethan. I blocked his way to the library and asked him with red
eyes, "What's so great about Leah? Is she prettier than me, or is it just that I love you? Why can't you even spare me a single
glance?"
"Why should it matter to me that you're pretty? And what does your love for me have to do with me?" Ethan replied coldly while
looking at me with disdain. "Evelyn, your feelings are your own business. You have no right to demand that I return them." His
voice was filled with cruelty, and his words were like ice blades, chilling me to the core and making me shiver with heartache.
1jolted awake and looked around at the people around me. Thankfully, it was just a dream, and I hadn't fallen into that helpless
and embarrassing situation.
By 3:00pm, arrived at the Wiley residence. The house was empty, and even the maids seemed to be gone