chapter 70
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But that was not true.

Henry was not the reason I was in this mess, it was because I didn't know a better way to handle things.

“Emma, I'm sorry I'm too busy for that right now.” I said. I would have added that we could do that another day but I didn't want to be seen getting ice cream with Emma, not when I was yet to get out of the mess that I was in, already.

“Then, I'll go with her.” Emma was not going to stop until she got what she wanted.

I scratched my hair and bit my lower lip.

“I'm sorry, Ma Emma. Lily can't go get any ice cream now. She'll have to go do her homework.”

“But she already said that she did it.” Emma started. She looked at me like she was begging. “She asked me for this so that means she really wants this.”

“Could you please stop insisting?”

It wasn't right to talk back at Emma rudely since she was helping me.

“We can't do that now.” I approached her and held her hands. She was going to protest but didn't. “Ypu didn't say that you were coming so my day was already planned.”

She had said that she had more to talk to me about but I knew she didn't and even if she did, whatever it was, it wasn't more important than whatever Henry had to say.

She nodded.

“You aren't going to be seeing me for a while.”

I didn't have a problem with that but I had to act like I cared, even a little.

“Why?” I looked at her. “Is something happening?”

“I'll be travelling with Daniel.” She blinked at me. “I don't want to but he will find it suspicious if I don't.”

I nodded even though travelling with him sounded more suspicious to me. At this point I didn't know if what I was doing with Emma was the right thing.

I mean, of course, it wasn't the right thing. I knew that bit something kept dragging me back to her.

It just felt like since she was closer to my enemies she was the only one that could give me accurate information. Maybe I still wasn't used to this life. Maybe I should let Henry handle everything himself.

I was tired just thinking about it.

“Aren't you going to say anything?”

“Oh.. I mean yeah.. I wish you a safe journey. “ I stuttered, I was looking for the right words to say.

“Is that all?”

“No. I mean yes.”

“I won't get any hugs?”

I froze and glanced at Henry who stared back at me. Soon, he looked away and slowly, he started to walk away.

What was he doing? Why exactly was he walking away? I looked at Emma as she stood with that expected smile.

“Let's do that.. never.”

I finally said. It seemed to be getting harder to stand my ground around Emma. Henry stopped walking and the smile on Emma's face disappeared.

At this point, I didn't care if she walked away angrily. I mean it was bound to happen after all. I just needed her to leave.

“Alright. I got your message. I'll leave.”

She did turn to go back into the house after saying that and I stood there wondering why only to discover that she went in to get her hand bag.

“Tell Lily that I had to leave after getting an important call, I couldn't find her inside.”

Of course, I wasn't going to lie to Lily but I nodded my agreement and watched Emma leave. She didn't say goodbye, just carried her bag grudgingly and walked away steadily.

I turned to Henry who stood,his eyes widened.

“Where were you going to?” I asked him..

“I was going to give you some privacy, young master. I'm sorry if I offended you.”

The way he was apologising to me, professionally made me want to laugh. He sounded like he was truly trying to help me when he was going to let me hug my Ex.

“Really?” I smiled. “You know this is your fault, right?”

“I only said you could get accurate information from her and not invite her to eat lunch with you.”

Sometimes I hated Henry, he always had a way to make me feel stupid. He was right by the way. He had only given me advice but of course, Emma would take it over board.

I needed to get the courage to stand up to her. I thought to myself.

She was going to be a thorn in my flesh because she knew what I was trying to do. She knew I was trying to use her and it didn't seem like she minded. Maybe because she had her own plan too.

That was the unfortunate thing about this world of mine. Two friends who know that they aren't really friends but were using each other to get what they wanted.

It was a crazy world and I had no choice but to live and survive in it.

We went to find Lily in the kitchen. I was thankful she hadn't gotten dressed up. It would be a total fail trying to convince her not to go for ice cream.

“Where's Aunt Emma?” She asked, looking around. “She wanted to go get some ice cream.”

“She said you wanted to go.”

“Well, she suggested and I said yeah.” Lily said, still somehow looking for Emma.

“You said yeah.. that doesn't exactly sound like a yes, I want to have ice cream, you know the kind of excitement you get.”

“Well, I didn't really want to go but she asked and we decided to go. She said she was going to ask you.. where is she?”

“Well, she left. I asked her to leave. I guess I read your mind and found out you really didn't want to go for ice cream.”

“You asked her to leave?” Lily asked.

“Yeah, nicely. I hope you aren't upset.”

“No.”

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