He Only Lets Me Call Saturdays at Nine I Call Someone Else Chapter 06

He Only Lets Me Call Saturdays at Nine I Call Someone Else Chapter 06

The apartment door swung open, bringing in a rush of air.

Adrian stood in the entryway, his eyes sweeping over the living room.

Every trace of Roselyn was gone.

He stood in the middle of the room, suddenly dazed. He remembered the day they’d moved into the

apartment.

After Roselyn had arranged everything, she’d stood on the balcony and spun around.

“This is our home now! Adrian, this is amazing. We finally have a real home.”

She’d been holding a little pothos plant, water droplets still clinging to its leaves.

Later, the plant died.

He’d said he’d buy another one, but she’d said no. And he hadn’t asked why.

Now the apartment looked as if she’d never lived there at all.

Adrian drew a deep breath and told himself everything would be fine.

She’d only gotten upset because she’d seen how well he treated Lilah. Once he explained everything, she’d

understand.

After all these years together, how could she really leave?

The next morning, Adrian arrived at the office early.

As he walked toward the open office, laughter came from ahead.

“Lilah, you should’ve seen her crouched on the ground picking up her things. She looked like a stray dog”

“She may be a team lead, but she’s definitely a prop when it comes to seducing men.”

“I’m glad she’s gone. I bet she was too ashamed to stay after what she did. That was why she slunk away like

that.”

Lilah stood surrounded by several coworkers, the corners of her lips lifted.

She wore the same sweet smile Adrian had seen countless times before. But now it suddenly looked unfamiliar.

“Who gave you the right to treat her like that?”

The entire office went silent.

Adrian walked over, grabbed the nearest coworker, and raised his voice.

“Tell me exactly what happened. What did you do to her?”

The employee’s face flushed as they stumbled through an explanation.

They told him how Lilah how she had thrown a notebook at Roselyn and how she had ordered security to throw Roselyn’s belongings out.

Someone handed Adrian a video. In it, Roselyn was crouched outside the company doors, looking completely defeated.

Adrian looked at every person in the room, then spoke up, his voice ice-cold.

“Everyone who was there will record a video apologizing to Roselyn. Post it in the company group chat and anywhere else she might see it.”

“If the apology isn’t sincere, none of you need to come back to work.”

After several seconds of silence, Lilah’s voice suddenly turned shrill.

“Adrian, have you lost your mind?! What did we even do wrong?”

“That woman was the one trying to seduce you! You forgot? She came looking for you that night. She’s so

desperate for a man. She…”

Adrian cut her off. “She’s not the other woman. She’s my girlfriend.”

Lilah’s eyes quickly reddened. She rushed over and pounded her fists against his chest.

“You nearly died for me! How can you treat me like this?! You’re not thinking straight, are you?”

She grabbed the old book and hurled it at him.

“Look at how disgusting she is! She wrote all that shameless stuff, and you still call her your girlfriend?”

“Adrian, do you even have a heart? I’m the one who loves you most. I already said I wouldn’t hold it against

you…”

Adrian stood there, his voice turning low. “I only looked after you because I saw you as a younger sister. And

your father asked me to look after you. That’s all.”

He raised a hand and called security. The guards escorted Lilah out as her screams slowly faded down the

hallway.

At some point, everyone else had quietly left. Only scattered pages remained across the floor.

Adrian crouched down and picked one up. It was Roselyn’s handwriting.

During their first year together, he’d written her countless postcards.

[The first day we moved in, it rained hard. He said the apartment faced south, so I’d be able to get sunlight every day.]

[I knew he only said it to make me happy. The apartment doesn’t actually face south, but that’s okay. I love it anyway.]

His hands trembled as he turned to the next page.

[The pothos died. I watered it too much. He said he’d buy another one, but I told him not to.]

[I kept thinking if he’d remembered what kind of flowers I liked, maybe he’d buy one himself.]

Adrian sat on the floor, turning the pages one by one. A drop fell onto the paper, spreading across the ink. He

buried his face in his hands.

For the first time, he realized that he’d truly lost her.