All Chapters of It's Too Late Now: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

•Cassie POV•I wrapped my hand over my chest, my head resting on the headrest of the couch while my gaze stayed fixed on the wall in front of me, even though I wasn’t really staring at it. I had been like this since I came down from the stairs and returned to the living room.Tamara sat next to me. Even she wasn’t saying anything, and the house was so quiet that we could hear the clock ticking on the wall. Each tick felt louder than the last, like it was counting down to something I didn’t understand.I didn’t know what to think anymore. If I had known, I would have convinced Mrs. Angela not to go out with us. I would have tried harder. I would have told her to stay home. Maybe I would have lied. Maybe I would have begged.“Cassie,” Tamara said softly as she stood up, her eyes on her phone screen. “I need to go now. I have to confirm the pictures for the magazine. Promise me you’ll be fine.”I turned my head toward her direction, my head still resting on the couch as I nodded slowly.

•Cassie POV•I shoved my hand through my hair and let out a slow sigh as I walked down the hallway to Cara's room. It had been a long night, the kind that left my body heavy and my thoughts scattered. I was pretty sure I looked like I had just escaped from a cave. My hair was a mess and my eyes burned from lack of sleep.I had spent most of the night sitting next to Jerlad in the room, trying to comfort him about his mother's death while my own heart sank at the thought that I might never get to see her again.I didn’t even know if I had fallen asleep at some point. Everything felt like a blur. All I knew was that when I woke up, I was curled up on the bed, the sheets still warm around me. The moment my mind cleared, Cara was the first thing that came to mind.“Honey, are you awake?” I called softly as I pushed the door open.My heart ached as the door creaked inward. Guilt settled deep in my chest when I remembered that I hadn’t checked on her since we came back from the hospital.W

•Scott POV•"Thanks for coming to pick me up," Maria said as she entered my car and sat in the front passenger seat. "I would've been stranded for hours over there and miss my meeting with the investment chairman.""I'm glad I could help," I said as I started the car. My gaze drifted to her car by the side of the road. A mechanic was checking it out, but she said she couldn't wait until it was fixed.I drove down the road, and for a while we were silent. After that day she slept at my place, we didn't talk again, and I was happy that nothing was going to happen between us.But then she called me that she needed my help, I couldn't say no. The quiet inside the car stretched for a while before she spoke again."Scott," she called.I turned toward her briefly, meeting her eyes before looking back at the road."Yes," I answered, waiting for her to say more. When she didn't, I glanced at her again and saw her staring down at her nails. "Do you want to tell me something?"She looked up slow

•Scott POV•"Chill, man. I'm not trying to make her fall in love with me," Baron said with a chuckle, puffing the smoke into the air before bringing the cigarette back to his mouth."I didn't say that," I replied as I stood up from the bleachers. "You've said it yourself that I should let her be since I can never have her. That's what I intend to do.""Yeah right, like you're really going to do that," Baron scoffed with a grin."I think Scott is serious this time," Charles spoke from where he sat close to the pool. "Another lady is taking his attention now."My eyes widened in shock as I stared at Charles. "What are you talking about?""Whoa, you’ve got to be joking, Charles." Baron arched an eyebrow my way. "You got another lady?"I shook my head, giving them an irritated look. "I don't, and I don't know what Charles is talking about."Even though I knew they were talking about Maria, I pretended not to know, though I wondered how Charles knew about her. Maybe he had seen us together

•Cassie POV•“Today is one of the best days I’ve ever had,” Tamara said as she rested her back against the chair, stretching her arms slightly. “Why do you say that?” I asked, trying to focus on the road while glancing briefly in her direction.“It’s not every day my best friend gets to visit me at work and bring along my favorite meal,” she said with a smile that was almost too dramatic to be real.I let out a small laugh and shook my head. “Come on, you’re being a drama queen right now.”She raised both hands in the air like she was surrendering to my accusation. “When have I ever denied that?”We both burst into laughter, the kind that made the car feel lighter for a moment.I stopped at Tamara’s house a few minutes later and she unbuckled her seatbelt, still smiling.“Thank you again for the food,” she said as she opened the door. “You basically saved my life today.”“You say that every time you eat,” I replied with another laugh.“Because every time I eat it feels like a life-sa