Chapter 3
The parents were juggling taking care of both guys and dealing with the warehouse fire mess.
Plus, whenever the parents came to help, Samuel and Dylan would be completely uncooperative. Both sets of parents practically begged me to take over.
When they heard someone at the door, both guys struggled to sit up.
But when they saw it was me, they flopped back down before they were even halfway up. The lisappointment flashed across their faces.
glanced at the untouched food on the nightstand and just set today’s meals right next to it.
Dylan gave me this pitiful look. “Eliana, is this how you take care of sick people? Why won’t you feed me?”
laughed, remembering when I was hospitalized for complications in my past life.
was so weak I couldn’t even sit up. The hospital food sat right by my bed. I was starving but too weak to at. I asked Dylan and Samuel for help, and they both said the same thing:
Stop being so clingy just because you’re sick. Missing one meal won’t kill you.”
o I gave them their own words right back: “Stop being so clingy just because you’re sick. Missing one meal
von’t kill you.”
ylan froze, then angrily turned away.
amuel knew how to play the game better. “Eliana, my hands are covered in blisters. Can you check my hone? See if Lily texted me?”
said sure. Because I was dying to see how this weird love triangle actually worked.
opened Samuel’s phone and found a group chat with all three of them.
Samuel and Dylan both knew they were crushing on the same girl, and they were both happy playing simp for her, sending her sweet messages in the group every day.
Lily would send back one lazy reply and they’d both go nuts, sending like ten messages each.
But this time, the chat was basically just their messages with no responses.
Not only had Lily not checked on them, she hadn’t even responded to their last message from a week ago.
Chapter 3
I tried not to smile as I turned the phone toward them.
“Not only no messages-she hasn’t even responded to you guys.”
Both their faces went blank.
They actually looked at each other and let out these pathetic laughs.
‘Lily must be busy. She probably hasn’t had time to check her phone.”
‘Eliana, can you call her for me? I just want to hear her voice. What if something happened to her?”
Besides feeling physically sick, I couldn’t help but notice how obvious it was when someone loved you
versus when they didn’t.
They both rattled off Lily’s number from memory.
I tried calling from Samuel’s phone a few times-straight to voicemail.
Samuel tried to rationalize it: “She probably just didn’t hear it…”
But I smirked and dialed from my own phone. Within two seconds, Lily’s lazy voice came through.
‘Hello?”
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