22 : THE PHONECALL

CHAPTER 22

NEOLA

"Yeah!"

I look at the weird guy as he cheered. The guy next to him join him and together they clapped. I glared at the both of them before clapping with the crowd.

"Whooo!"

Lyle was silent. He did not utter a single word after I told him that I am already engaged. The words taste bitter and sweet in my tongue. It felt like a fresh wound that is currently being pampered at. The dull ache lingers but I can bear.

Why does it seem so wrong to make that excuse?

I look at Lyle as he sat beside me, his face like a stone carved out. So perfectly sculptured but still a stone. No emotion. He looks almost murderous. Like he can do anything to make everyone believes what he believes.

And that scares me.

We wait for the show to finish. My thoughts are in a jumble. Now that I told Lyle about my engagement, maybe that will make him draw the line between us. I bit my lip.