Chapter 179 Get More Experience
Lucian put his phone away and refused to spare Calista another glance. He simply turned and got back into the car.
She lagged slightly behind when the man impatiently said, “What? Do I need to open the door for you?”
Despite his harsh tone, there wasn’t much anger to be heard. It sounded more like he was venting his frustrations after having been wronged.
Calista violently smacked her forehead with a resounding crack. Her skin immediately reddened from the impact. It was clear how harshly she had hit herself from the sound alone.
Sure enough, the weather had been so cold that it froze her perceptiveness. Why else would she think that Lucian would feel wronged? She would sooner believe that spirits walked the earth.
She opened the car door and got in. She couldn’t help but rub her sore neck when her gaze landed on the console between the driver and passenger seats.
Had she gotten into such an uncomfortable position on her own? Lucian noticed her gaze.
“If I had known you’d be this unappreciative, I wouldn’t have lent you my shoulder.”
Calista fell silent.
“So, you pressed my head against your shoulder?”
He kept his eyes ahead and said in a neutral tone, “That’s because I felt bad for you for having your face pressed up against cold glass.”
In other words, he was challenging her on what was more miserable; to be pressed up against glass or to lean against his shoulder across the console.
Part of Calista was tempted to retort, but she thought better of it.
“If you have time to spare, I suggest dating other women, Mr. Northwood. Do you know why women, despite knowing a man is bad news, still flock to him like moths to a flame?”
The anger brewing in Lucian’s heart was boiling unbridled. He tightened his grip on the steering
wheel until his knuckles turned white.
He sounded calm, not letting his emotions slip as he spoke, “You wouldn’t care even if Lily and I were together.”
Before Calista could reply, he scoffed.
“Of course, you wouldn’t care. If you did, you wouldn’t have accused me of being her boyfriend right out the gate.”
Were Lucian and her from different dimensions? She had no recollection of the things he was saying.
“I accused you of being Lily’s boyfriend?”
Calista and Lily had never gotten along during their days in university. She would’ve been insane to push the narrative of a boyfriend onto her. Lucian wasn’t surprised to know that she didn’t remember.
Besides Paul, she hardly remembered anyone else. She was a fool.
“Figure it out yourself,” he said.
She said nothing in response. The car pulled up in front of Calista’s apartment.
Most of the residents living in the kitchenless apartment complex were young bachelors. Most had gone home for the New Year. Only a few windows were lit up.
The usual lively atmosphere was gone. The trees cast eerie shadows on the empty road. Something was foreboding about it.
Calista got out of the car. Behind her, she could hear a seatbelt buckle clicking open. The sound was clear in the silent night.
She paused, stopping in her tracks. She turned around to look at the man in the car.
“This is as far as you go, Lucian.”
The man’s hand was still on his seatbelt as he gave her a look of cold indifference. Lucian knew
that she wasn’t just talking about refusing his offer to walk her to her door.
Calista turned around and walked briskly into the complex.
He closed his eyes and then spoke to the security guard nearby, “Watch over her.”
Once she got home, she made a beeline for the bathroom and took a scalding shower. When she reemerged from the shower, the temperature in the room had risen thanks to the central air system
She took a sip of warm honey water and finally felt her frozen brain awakening from its frozen slumber.
If anyone made her go up a mountain to set off fireworks in the dead of winter again, she was going to blow them up instead.
Calista called Yara on the phone, which was quickly answered.
“Calista called, Mom. I’m going to my room…
Then, she heard the sound of footsteps hurrying up the stairs until a door slammed shut.
Yara finally spoke, “You’re a real lifesaver, Calista. You have no idea. I’ve been entertaining my distant relatives all afternoon. I don’t even know who they are.”
After she was done venting, Calista asked, “Can I ask you something? Do you remember when Lucian and Lily started dating back in college?”
“Why are you asking about the scumbag and his bitch? The trending topic this morning Lucian bothering you again?”
Despite her words, Yara answered the question.
“When did they start dating? Was it freshman year? Sophomore year? Junior year?”
Calista remained silent.
“Oh, I remember. They became a couple at the start of junior year. You and Lily had gotten into a heated argument about the school’s anniversary program. Your supporters on the school forums were tearing each other apart. It was an all–out war. Lucian had approached you about it.”
“Why did he come to me?”
Calista had no recollection of the incident. She couldn’t remember a thing.
“He wanted to ask why you got into a fight with Lily.
Yara didn’t remember the specifics. It had been years since then. Why would they remember the +15 BONUS words of an irrelevant person?
“He probably came to pick a fight for his girlfriend. Lily was clinging onto Lucian like a limpet back then. When he went to confront you, you told him to come at you if he was there to fight for Lily’s honor. You called him blind for picking a phony for a girlfriend and wished them eternal happiness.”
“Hah.” Calista let out a dry laugh. “You didn’t have to remember all that in such great detail.”
She was amazed that Yara remembered how she called Lily a phony.
“What’s got you reminiscing? You’re not regretting divorcing Lucian now, are you? Are you trying to find a reason to turn back by searching for hints that he loved you?”
Calista was at a loss for words. How did Yara somehow come up with such a melodramatic scenario? It would be such a waste of her talent to not get into scriptwriting.
“Oh, sweetheart. You’re tempting me to knock some sense into you.”
“It’s nothing. I was just curious and decided to ask,” Calista said.
“What’s there to be curious about when it comes to a romance between a bitch and a scumbag? If you’re that curious, why not go along with Mr. Hector? I’m practically being moved to tears by his dedication.”
Calista immediately hung up. She refused to go along with Yara’s exaggerated performance.
Chapter 180 Let Me Think About It