Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 85

The night was enveloped in eerie darkness, with a calm stillness that echoed through the empty streets. The frigid air seemed to deter most pedestrians from venturing, leaving the path lonely and quiet.

The shimmering stars cast their faint light upon the sleek front of Edward’s Ferrari, creating a mesmerizing display of twinkling white against the backdrop of swaying trees.

Edward’s gaze remained fixed upon the illuminated 28th floor of the building, its glaring lights piercing through the night. A. profound sense of pain gripped his chest, making it difficult to comprehend or accept what lay beyond those luminous windows.

After half an hour, he reached for his phone and dialed Kyle’s number. “Where are you, Kyle?”

Hanging up the phone, he ignited the engine, propelling his car toward the destination Kyle had mentioned.

Edward arrived at Kyle’s apartment in no time and stopped by the supermarket downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Having been there numerous times before, he knew the password to Kyle’s apartment. Despite their professional hierarchy at work, they had developed a close friendship outside of office hours.

Kyle couldn’t contain his curiosity as Edward walked in with a sad look. “Did the confession not go well?”

Being intelligent and wise, he knew that workplace matters alone wouldn’t leave Edward so utterly defeated. After all, they had been together for years, and he had a good sense of who Edward was.

Even in the face of project failures, he had never seen Edward in such a lifeless state.

The only conclusion he could draw was that Edward had been rejected by the girl he liked.

Edward slumped onto the sofa, tugging at the corner of his lips with a hint of sarcasm. “Well, isn’t it just perfect that my confession failed? Have you got any alcohol? Let’s have a drink. It looks like I’ll be crashing at your place tonight.” He didn’t even get a chance to confess, and now the girl he had feelings for was already pregnant. He had yet to learn who he had been defeated by.

Kyle didn’t rush to respond and nonchalantly shrugged. “Sure. Any preference for something strong?”

“Sure”

Kyle thought that Edward must be seeking solace in alcohol, secking comfort in their friendship.

what buddies are

no time, Kyle returned with a bottle of strong liquor and two glasses, sitting beside Edward. He poured each glass to

let’s call Juana so

consumed by his pent-up emotions, had forgotten about that. He was solely focused on

soon as work was mentioned, Juana couldn’t resist the urge to first complain about Richard, and then offered understanding advice to her son about taking care of himself.

“Feeling down? Share it with me. Consider me your emotional dumping

had no reservations about admitting

another sip of his drink, lit a cigarette, and held it delicately between his fingers. The taste of

had mentioned that she was too young, but now it seemed they had not only missed the chance, but she was already pregnant. Clearly, the situation was

earnestly. “So, she’s getting married? No

stubbed out his cigarette, a hint of bitterness lingering. He rubbed his

one-night stand” Was the girl Edward liked that promiscuous? She didn’t strike him as

him, staunchly defending her reputation despite her pregnancy. “What are you

eyebrow. “But isn’t it still considered a one-night stand? What’s the difference?” As someone who had never been in

one-night stand was? Was there some other

intoxicated, Edward found himself opening up more than usual. He said, “I always thought she was too young, so I held back, thinking I could wait a bit longer. But now, I don’t even have a chance to confess. The

his curiosity getting the best of him. Edward’s feelings for her seemed to have lasted much longer than just a year or two. “How long

polite. Even Juana, who’s not easily pleased, adored her. How could I resist? Ever since we were young, I’ve been drawn to her. I think it was around when she turned 15 that I realized I had feelings for her. And now, it’s been eight years. Eight years of not being able to gather the courage to confess. And now, I don’t even have a chance. It feels like a failure.

anticipated the depth to which Edward had concealed his feelings. Eight years of unrequited love. What kind of love could withstand such endurance? Was it Edward’s remarkable ability to hide his emotions, or was Miss Foster simply oblivious to his affections, failing to see what was right in front

outcome might have been different if

were to make another confession now, it would be a

across in a video recently. “I love you, but you have no idea. When I wanted to share this

else. It was about becoming

of the most tragic and

to Edward, “I warned you earlier. You insisted on keeping everything bottled up, hiding your true

swift actions, lived up to the name