Chapter114

#Chapter114

Late Than Never-01

CLYVE

THE TRAFFIC WAS horrendous.

I stared at my phone, watching the clock as if it was a time bomb ready to explode in my hand. I was going to be late, then Austen was not answering my damn call.

/"Why aren’t we moving? I am kinda in a hurry here,/" I asked the cab driver irritably. I should have driven or hired a driver already, but I thought my life had a pretty boring routine.

/"Maybe there’s an accident ahead, sir,/" the cab driver answered with disinterest. In his mind, he was already cursing me like shit. He thought I was an asshole like most of his passengers when times like this.

I redialed Austen. This time it went to his voicemail. Damn it!

In hindsight, maybe not talking to Westley for weeks was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have done that, besides these past few weeks without her in my life was enough for me to run away from the hell I called my flat.