Chapter 183: His life playing in a form of a video
[The number you have dialed is out of reach...]
Marcus hissed as he tossed his phone on the table in front of him while placing his hand on his hips. He ran his tongue across his inner cheek, pouring himself a glass of whiskey to calm himself down. He had been messaging Fil in his free time throughout the day. However, she never returned any of them.
"Is she okay?" he wondered as he chugged a mouthful of whiskey. "She would usually call me back or message me."
It wasn’t like they were messaging each other every minute of the day. They didn’t have so much free time. However, there were regular exchanges between them.
[We haven’t had the time to talk even though we’re at the same party.]
His visage softened as he remembered what she said during their last phone call. Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose, assuming Fil was startled that night and no one was there with her.
"I should’ve known," he told himself, almost irritated by himself. "She needed someone and I... damn."
Marcus shook his head and sighed deeply, chugging down the rest of the whiskey in the glass. He ruffled his hair, thinking she was upset. Hence, he reached for his phone to leave her another message.
[To: Fil
I’m sorry.]
For a second, he hesitated in sending that message, but he eventually did. He let out another deep breath, pouring himself another drink. In his mind, he believed Fil must have felt no one was on her side. Even though the incident was an accident, it was clear there was animosity between Fil and Valerie. Knowing Fil’s personality, she would blame herself one way or another.