#Chapter114
Late Than Never-01
CLYVE
THE TRAFFIC WAS horrendous.
I stared at my phone, watching the clock as if it was a time bomb ready to explode in my hand. I was going to be late, then Austen was not answering my damn call.
/"Why aren’t we moving? I am kinda in a hurry here,/" I asked the cab driver irritably. I should have driven or hired a driver already, but I thought my life had a pretty boring routine.
/"Maybe there’s an accident ahead, sir,/" the cab driver answered with disinterest. In his mind, he was already cursing me like shit. He thought I was an asshole like most of his passengers when times like this.
I redialed Austen. This time it went to his voicemail. Damn it!
In hindsight, maybe not talking to Westley for weeks was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have done that, besides these past few weeks without her in my life was enough for me to run away from the hell I called my flat.
