Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. Ex Knelt Before Me : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Three days had passed since Tris's return to the library, and Anne could sense the lingering sadness that still surrounded her friend. As soon as Tris walked in, Anne rushed over to her and enveloped her in a warm hug. "I'm so sorry, Tris," Anne whispered, her voice filled with compassion. "I can only imagine how hard this must be for you." Tris's eyes welled up with tears, but she quickly brushed them away, trying to compose herself. "Thanks, Anne," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. As they began their workday, Tris pushed her cart through the rows of shelves, returning books to their proper places. She was lost in thought, her mind still reeling from the loss of Gwen. Just as she was about to put away a stack of books, a hand reached out and tapped her on the shoulder. Tris spun around, startled, and found herself face to face with a young man. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, his hair perfectly styled, and his eyes gleaming with a hint of curiosity. Tris felt a

As the days went by, Tris began to feel a sense of acceptance wash over her. She was finally starting to come to terms with the loss of her grandmother, Gwen. The pain was still there, but it was no longer crippling. Tris found herself smiling again, laughing at the little things that used to bring her joy.On this particular morning, Chris didn't accompany Tris to the bus stop. He had told her that he needed to get to the office earlier than usual to take care of some things. Tris didn't mind, though. She was used to walking to the bus stop by herself.As she sat down on the bench at the bus stop, Tris noticed an elderly woman walking towards her. The woman was using a cane, and her silver hair was styled in a neat bob. Tris couldn't help but think of Gwen as she watched the woman approach.The woman sat down beside Tris on the bench, giving her a warm smile. Tris smiled back, feeling a pang of nostalgia. She remembered the countless afternoons she had spent with Gwen, listening to h

As the chaotic afternoon slowly came to a close, Tris couldn't help but notice that Anne seemed to be smiling more than usual. Every time she glanced at her phone, a faint smile would play on her lips.Tris's curiosity was piqued, and she found herself wondering what was behind Anne's sudden change in demeanor. She tried to brush it off as mere speculation, but her mind kept wandering back to the possibility that something was amiss.As she checked her own phone, Tris realized that she hadn't received any messages from Chris all day. Not a single text or call. She felt a pang of unease, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions.Instead, Tris decided to take the initiative and send Chris a message. She typed out a quick "Hey, how's your day?" and hit send.But as the minutes ticked by, Tris began to feel a growing sense of unease. It took Chris almost 15 minutes to respond, and when he finally did, his message was brief and lacking in detail."Hey, it's been crazy," Chris wrote. "I'l

As the evening wore on, Anne decided it was time to head home. Tris and Chris walked her to her car, and they waved goodbye as she drove off into the night, leaving the two of them standing alone in the darkness. Chris looked at Tris with concern etched on his face. He wanted to stay with her, to make sure she was okay, but he knew his parents would never approve. His father, especially, would be furious if he found out Chris was spending the night at Tris's house. "I should get going," Chris said reluctantly, not wanting to leave Tris's side. Tris nodded, understanding. "Yeah, you should probably get home." But before Chris left, Tris reached out and took his hand, her eyes looking up at him with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. "Chris, can I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Of course, what is it?" Chris replied, his voice soft with concern. Tris took a deep breath before speaking. "I just hope...I hope you won't disappoint me, Chris. After

The doorbell rang at Anne's apartment, and she slowly got up to answer it, still feeling the effects of her fever. She opened the door to find Chris standing there, holding a bag of fruit and a bottle of tonic water. A weak smile spread across Anne's face as she invited Chris in. "Hey, come on in," she said, stepping aside to let Chris enter. They sat down in the living room, and Chris couldn't help but notice how pale and weak Anne looked. "Hey, you look really rough," Chris said, concern etched on his face. Anne rubbed her temples, wincing in pain. "I know, I feel awful," she said. "But I'm trying to take care of myself." Chris looked at her skeptically. "You're not exactly taking care of yourself, are you?" he asked. "I mean, why are you staying here alone when you're sick?" Anne sighed, feeling a little defensive. "My parents just left for a business trip last night, so I decided to stay here in my apartment," she explained. Chris's expression turned sympathetic. "Yo