Chapter 110. Relapses

ASHLENE

“Lyle? Come on, say something.”

Lyle shot me a look.

“Nothing. I don’t have anything to say. You’re mature enough to know the consequences or quality of your actions. I know you feel bad about what you did today. That’s enough.”

There are really times that I feel like Lyle’s talking to me in riddles. Or the usual cold stares and thought-provoking sentences. I can’t tell if he’s treating me as a fiancé or as a trial client. Because I can’t tell the difference. Most of the time.

“Yeah. I get it. I won’t do it again.”

He nodded slowly. I looked at the clock and checked the time. We’ve been driving for almost ten minutes now, and we still haven’t stopped somewhere. Where is he really taking me? Does he have a specific place in mind?

“Let’s not talk about that again. It’s not worth it. I’m moving on. We’re moving on, aren’t we?’

I gave a nod. It’s not a simple feeling. It’s also an abstract concept, this moving-on thing. But I’m sur