Lahat ng Kabanata ng Goodbye Jerk, Hello Mr. Perfect?: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Lucas POV“Then are you telling me that my own mother lied to me?”Oliver looked stunned.“She collaborated on Agatha's statement. That is why I believed it.” I shut my eyes, trying to cull into my memory the last few weeks before the day that shattered my dreams and my heart. “The week before she disappeared, I felt Katherine had checked out on me. She changed. She has become cold. Every time I called her, there was this impenetrable wall between us. She was often absent-minded. I felt that she was hiding something from me."“I never had an inkling that she would betray me.” I smiled self-deprecatingly. How could I? A month before I learned about her betrayal, I visited her back home, and we were happy. She reiterated her promise to apply to my college so she could follow me and we could be together.Two weeks, I never heard from her and it bothered me, prompting me to incur a two-day absence at the University to be able to go back home for a quick visit to check on her. Imagin

Lucas POVI was caught off guard when my friends asked about the engagement ring. “Who was it for?” Jacob pressed. He even looked at Oliver to get his reaction, hoping my best friend would spill the beans, but like them, Oliver knew nothing. “No one.” I fibbed, not wanting them to know who I bought it for.I averted my gaze, but it was a wrong move because it glanced in Oliver’s direction. He was watching me with that sharp gaze of his. I knew by the way his eyes narrowed into slits that he already guessed for whom I intended the ring. Still, I feigned nonchalance.Oliver liked Katherine. I knew it. Besides, even though I bought the ring with Katherine in mind, I had no intention of giving it to her. To me, Katherine is already part of a distant past. The gap between us was too wide, irrevocable, and nonrecoverable. “Come on, dude! “Fess up! We already knew it. You had been dating her on and off for five years. It does not take a genius to make a good guess as to her identity.

Lucas POVInwardly, I groaned. I realized that alcohol and pesky friends shouldn’t mix, or you might end up divulging something you will regret later.Such is the case right now. If the guys had not pushed me, and if I was not drunk, I would have held my tongue. But f*ck it! The mere thought of Katherine Fielding brings out the worst in me. I didn’t even know myself anymore. She made me rethink all my decisions about her in the last few days. I wanted to believe that Oliver’s assumption was right. But each time I think about the possibility that my own mother lied to me, I cannot think straight. All three stared at me while I tried to focus my eyes, but alcohol had already taken its toll on me. I was not a good drinker. I have zero alcohol tolerance.I don’t think what came over me when I guzzled the whiskey earlier like some thirsty man. “You sly fox."Said Jacob after several seconds of stunned silence.All three were eyeing me like they could not believe what they just heard

Katherine POVMy heart began to pound fast and hard when I stared at his face as it tried to focus on me. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like I was seeing a man torn. But what bothers me is how it affected me. Lucas Sanders is my boss, said a little voice in my head. That little warning made me realize how close our bodies were, almost hugging. I moved to step back, but his grip on my waist tightened, and I swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. “S-sir,” I asked, confused. I saw the same confusion I was feeling reflected in his eyes. It was like there was a raging storm inside him, and it was eating him alive. My chest constricted in pain. “Are you alright?” He asked, breaking the spell between us. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity. “I should be the one asking you that. You don’t look okay to me.” He leaned closer. I inhaled mint and a hint of alcohol in his breath.My eyes widened in realization. “You are drunk!” I exclaimed since this was th

Katherine POVMy head throbbed.Every time someone speaks, pain shoots from my temple to my right eye. I can't concentrate. It started this morning when Erin insisted she wanted to come along to the office. "I made a card for Uncle Lucas. See?" She shoved the card to my face and almost hit my eye. "Erin." I reprimanded her, summing up in that one word how she should not call people out of whim. She looked contrite when she apologized, and all was well, or so I thought until she began barraging me with her request."I want to give this to Uncle Lucas. I don't think he feels too good."That had me fixing my gaze on her. Did they talk? Erin said Lucas did not feel good. Does his head hurt, too from a hangover?"How did you know?" My voice sounded sharp even though I did not mean it to come that way. A guarded look passed over Erin's features, and I braced myself, waiting for the lie. It did not come, and I was thankful. "He called me," Erin said defensively.For a while, the