Chapter Eighteen: Meetup With A Friend

Eveline's POV

Abigail and I were sharing a meal and table at our favourite bakery.

I sighed as I took a sip of my refreshment, allowing the sweet taste to spread across my tongue before going down my throat. I gulped as I thought of the information I was going to entrust Abigail with. Although Abigail was younger than me, she was still mature. I watched as she grew every year and she had grown tremendously. She was capable of keeping secrets well and never letting anything slip her mouth, which was a trait I was glad that she possessed.

"How was the matchmaking event? I didn't hear you say anything about it after we parted," I stroked up a conversation to create a good opportunity to tell her all that had happened and her thoughts and advice on these matters.

"It went pretty well!" Abigail grinned, "I met this guy that goes to my school and he is so nice!" I smiled, glad that at least my friend enjoyed the experience.

"Talking about that, how is it going with you and your boss?" Abigail inquired, popping a biscuit into her mouth.

I flinched, not expecting that she will question me first. I opened my mouth and began explaining.

"He is nice to me, just a bit weird in my opinion. He suddenly gave me a house and said the weirdest things. He even acted so friendly with me at the company today, which resulted in the questioning of many colleagues." I sighed as I massaged my forehead, a frown visibly plastered across my face.

"W-what..." Abigail trailed off, "He gave you a house on the day both of you became 'official'?!" She nearly shouted out loud before I shushed her. To normal people like us, gifting a house on the day two people becomes a couple was abnormal. However, perhaps to people like him with too much money in their hands, the act meant nothing and was considered a norm.

"Yes, he did..." I whispered. Abigail still looked surprised but did not press upon the matter any further.

"I see... Then what did he say to you?" Abigail questioned.

'What were you looking for me for? Do you want to make out?' His voice rang in my head as I thought of it. I shook my head. Ain't no way I am telling Abigail that.

"Just... Some things," I said, trying my best not to sound embarrassed in any way.

Thank goodness that Abigail did not ask me any further, I am rather grateful that she was someone who did not ask or bother others when they are visibly uncomfortable.

"Oh, that reminds me, what happened between Claire and you?" Abigail asked, taking a sip of her refreshments.

"She suddenly dragged me to a quiet place while I was grabbing coffee," I sighed as if the thought of it tires me. "She treats me so well that I almost could not believe this was the person who attempted to sabotage every job opportunity I encountered."

Abigail listened attentively and nodded before commenting, "She did that to get something out of you. Perhaps she wishes to use you to get close to Mr Draven and rise in position." What Abigail said made sense, why else would a bully have a sudden change in behaviour if it was not to her advantage?

"I knew that she had bad intentions behind her sweet coated words and benevolent actions and I will not be easily swayed by her 'kindness'." Abigail nod her head in agreement as I checked my watch.

My eyes widened when I realized that Abigail and I had been talking for far too long and that it was time for me to leave. There were only five minutes until lunchtime was over. I peered over at Abigail and signalled towards my watch, an apologetic expression on my face. Thankfully, my dear friend was not quick to blame me for ranting and leaving so swiftly. She simply nodded and got up.

"It's time for me to leave as well, let's go together." I wonder, what would I do without a considerate friend like Abigail?

We called out to the lady at the counter and requested a takeout bag before exiting the enchanting door and out into the buzzing streets.

Abigail and I walked to the traffic lights before bidding our farewells.

"See you soon, may you and your boss have a happy and healthy relationship." Abigail grinned before scurrying off.

I waved at her from afar and let out a hopeless sigh.

'Was it possible for someone as complicated as Axel and me to have a normal, elated and contract-free relationship?'

The breeze blew by, causing the grip on my jacket to tighten. The traffic lights switched from neon red to bright green, gesturing that I could walk across.

"I shouldn't fantasize about such things," I chuckled lightly. "There is no true love between us."