The Love Missing From Summer Chapter 07

The Love Missing From Summer Chapter 07

I laughed.

“Talk to him? Sure. First, tell the truth about the proposal. Every detail.”

She sobbed harder.

“I can’t. Then my job will be over…”

“Tessa, you’ve already resigned. That incident doesn’t affect you anymore. That proposal isn’t important…”

“I came from a small town. It wasn’t easy for me to get this far. Can you let me off just this once?”

It did not affect me?

It was not important?

I almost laughed from disbelief.

“No.”

My tone was firm.

“Your life has nothing to do with me. Why should I carry a stain on my record for you?”

“Tessa, is this because of Silas? Don’t be mad. There’s really nothing between me and him!”

“Silas and I go way back. We went to the same high school, and he was always looking out for people, so I thought…”

I opened my mouth, then swallowed the words.

Briar Sutton had ulterior motives.

Silas Whitcomb had no boundaries and no sense of proportion.

In the end, they were the same kind of person.

I had answered this call because I wanted to watch Briar embarrass herself.

Now I had lost interest.

“If we can’t make a deal, that’s fine. Briar Sutton, you’d better pray you can really cover this up.”

I hung up and blocked her too.

There were plenty of hotels near Silas’s apartment.

Some cost one hundred dollars a night. Others cost three or four hundred.

She was not going to end up on the street.

It was just graduation season, and rentals were tight.

Finding a new place would not be easy for Briar.

At the very least, it would cost her a lot of money.

I spent a peaceful week resting at home.

My strength came back little by little.

Later, I even went with my dad to the next city over to relax.

The night before we returned, our neighbor Mr. Lawson messaged my dad.

“Mr. Calder, there’s a young man downstairs. He’s been standing there all day.”

“I thought it was strange, so I went over and asked. He said he’s looking for your Tessa.”

My dad told him not to bother with it.

I did not take it seriously either.

Until we came home the next morning.

Silas Whitcomb was still waiting downstairs.

He had waited all day and all night.

I had not seen him in a while, and he looked visibly worn down.

He was holding a bottle of wine and a gift box, pacing back and forth.

Then his eyes met mine.

“Tessa Calder!”