All Chapters of Ways We've Never Loved: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DYANNE The next few minutes after Alex leaves I get bored to death. No one spares me a glance, and I'm too much of a nervous wreck to walk up to any of the girls here.I catch sight of a grand piano, and an idea immediately pops into me.I might as well give it a try. It's been a hot minute since I played. I immediately head to the stage, and I catch a bit of attention when I sit on the bench. At first, anxiety takes control of my brain, and I almost stand to leave, but when I look up, far at the other end of the room, I see Alex watching me, and it gives me some sort of courage.Slowly, my fingers find their way through the instrument, and the sound fills the room. I can feel heads turn to me, but they all don't weigh me down because that one person who's watching me is what matters the most. Gradually, the notes take control of me, and my fingers are gracefully moving on their own will, striking every key. The sound fills my body, and in that moment I feel relieved within me, lik

DYANNE I steal a glance in his car. Nicole is not with him.Doesn't matter though. “You don't have to,” I reply.I glance at my phone as the notification of another failed ride order pops up.“I'm finding a ride.” “And how's that coming up for you?“I shrug. “There's a little delay. I'll find one. You can leave, Mr. Morgan.”There's a flash of something in his eyes when I say his name, but it's gone as soon as it came.“Okay.“He rolls the window up, and I'm surprised that he's actually leaving, but he just stops the car a few meters ahead.I sigh, and for the next few minutes I try to find a ride, but it's all a dead end. I look at his car.He's never left since.I don't have a fancy jar of options anyways, so I walk to his car. I knock on the window, and he rolls it down.“Is—uhm—the offer still up?”He nods, and I quickly round the car and get in the front passenger seat.I slam the door, and he drives off immediately. “You're still so stubborn,” he says.“You could have saved

ALEXANDER Late at night…“That's all on your schedule for today,” Mrs. Adam says as soon as we walk out of the conference room.I sigh as I check the time on my wristwatch. It was exactly 11 pm.I lower my hand.“Should I prepare your car, Mr. Morgan?” She asks as we reach my office.“I'll be leaving on my own today. You can head out first.” She nods and bows and then walks back to the elevator. I turn around and push open the door, walking in.What I didn't expect to see was Dyanne curled up on the floor, her head resting on the couch.Shit. I totally forgot the stupid stunt I pulled on her this afternoon. I had been so occupied with work that I could barely think about anything else.I crouch in front of her sleeping figure as I watch her. Her face was swollen like she had cried just before dozing off.My chest tightens in guilt, and in that moment, I want to hit myself for it. She must hate me so much. Sighing, I carefully pick her up and let her lie properly on the couch. Tak

ALEXANDER Caleb cuts the meat as he places it on the mini griller at the table. It sizzles as he retracts his hand.“So how has work been for everyone?” He asks.Rose shrugs. “Nothing exciting,”“Same,” Dyanne mutters.I can say that's on me.Rose hands me a plate of radish, and I'm about to refuse it when Dyanne takes it from her.“He's allergic to it,” she says, as she dumps some on her plate and drops the bowl.My eyes watch her in surprise. She remembers my allergy. As if noticing our gazes on her, she looks around, and her eyes finally find mine. “What?” She asks, oblivious to what she had just said.I arch my brows. “You remember my allergy.” Realization dawns on her that moment, and she clears her throat, turning away from me.“It's not like I have amnesia or something,” she mutters to herself, but I can hear her anyway.I smile to myself. I feel someone's feet kick mine slightly under the table, and when I look up, Caleb gives me a smug smile.I rid the smile off my face.

DYANNE. I don't reply, because once again, he's had me at a loss for words.“Oh, right. Your friend—” he pauses.“D-”“David,” I finish when he seems not to recall his name.“Yeah, that guy.”“He called a lot last night. He seemed to be worried.”“Really?!“He nods. “Did you answer the calls?“ I ask, looking up from my meal.“I saw missed calls.”I nod as I focus on my food.He finally wanted us to talk. Was I even ready to say everything to him? Not yet. Saying everything meant I'd have to tell him I know Alex a lot more than I should. How do I even say I've spent the night at his house more than once?I look up at Alex, and that's when I notice the expression on his face. “What?“ I mumble.“You seem very excited to know that he wants to talk to you.”“Of course I am.”“We've not talked in like two days,”He looks at me like he can't believe what I'm saying.I mean, it's not a new thing that David and I talk every day, especially since we work together; it's a given.“So you like h