CHAPTER 22

NEOLA

"Yeah!"

I look at the weird guy as he cheered. The guy next to him

join him and together they clapped. I glared at the both of them before

clapping with the crowd.

"Whooo!"

Lyle was silent. He did not utter a single word after I told

him that I am already engaged. The words taste bitter and sweet in my tongue.

It felt like a fresh wound that is currently being pampered at. The dull ache

lingers but I can bear.

Why does it seem so wrong to make that excuse?

I look at Lyle as he sat beside me, his face like a stone

carved...