Todos los capítulos de The Scandal In Room 214: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Bridgette was waiting for me when I got home. She was sitting on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her, scrolling through her phone. She looked up the moment I walked in.“Well?”I stopped. “Well what?”She lowered her phone. “Don’t do that. You know exactly what I mean. How did your meeting with Annalise go?”I smiled. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”“How did your meeting with Annalise go?”I took off my shoes and set my bag down. “It went well.”“That’s it? You went to meet her, she helped you plan your wedding, and all you have to say is that it went well?”“What do you want me to say?”“I don’t know. Surely something happened. You were gone for hours.”I walked into the living room and sat beside her. “She was actually really helpful. We talked about venues, flowers, the reception, dresses, and a lot of other things.”Bridgette’s eyebrows lifted. “Actually?”“Yes.”“So you like her?”I thought twice. “I do.”She stared at me. “You like your lecturer?”“She isn’

I couldn’t understand what was happening. Elias was holding me upright, one of his hands around my arm while the other steadied my back, keeping me from stepping onto the broken glass scattered across the floor.I looked down at my hand. Blood. Then back at him. My first instinct was to pull away, but the room tilted slightly, and Elias tightened his grip. “Don’t.”My mother rushed toward us. “Oh my God, Candace.”“Mom, I’m okay.”“You’re bleeding everywhere.”“It’s not everywhere.”Her face went pale. “Jake, call someone.”Jake immediately pulled out his phone. “I’m calling emergency services.”“No,” I said quickly.He looked at me. “You cut your hand. We need to make sure you’re okay.”“Jake, it’s not that serious.”Elias finally looked at him. “She needs the wound cleaned first. Then we can see how deep it is.”“Do we need stitches?” my mother asked.“Maybe,” Elias said. “If the cut is deep enough.”Bridgette came to my side. “Okay, come on. Let’s get you away from the glass.”She

EliasAnnalise sat across from me with her legs crossed, one hand resting around the stem of her glass. Everything about her looked calm. Her hair was neatly pinned back, her blouse tucked perfectly into her skirt, and there wasn’t a single crease on her clothes.I had been quiet for most of the conversation.She didn’t seem bothered by it.“You still do that. You get quiet whenever you don’t want to answer something.”I looked up at her. “I don’t remember doing that.”“That’s because you probably don’t remember half the things you did when we were younger.” A small smile touched her mouth. “You would sit there and pretend you were listening whenever you were actually trying to figure out how to get out of the conversation.”I stared at her for a moment before shaking my head. “I don’t remember that either.”“You wouldn’t.” She leaned back in her chair, looking almost amused by my answer. “You were always good at convincing yourself you had forgotten things you didn’t want to talk abo

EliasAnnalise changed the location at the last minute.I was already reaching for my keys when her message came through.Come to my place instead. I’d rather we talk somewhere quiet. I’ll make dinner.I read it twice. Her apartment wasn’t unfamiliar to me. I sighed and typed back.All right.Her address was still saved in my phone so I pulled up in her driveway after work.Annalise opened the door before I knocked.“You’re early! Welcome.” She smiled. “I wasn’t sure you would. After the conversation we had yesterday, I thought you might decide it was better to keep your distance.”She stepped aside. “Come in.”I walked inside. The apartment was warm and quiet. Music played somewhere in the background, low enough that I could barely make out the song. Annalise reached for my coat.“You still don’t like people helping you with that.”“I can manage a coat.”She took it anyway and hung it by the door.I followed her into the living room. There were books on the shelves, a few plants near

AnnaliseElias stood in the doorway with his phone in his hand. For a few seconds, neither of us moved. His eyes went from me to the photographs behind him and then back to me.“You’ve been keeping files on me.”I closed the door behind me. “I didn’t intend for you to find them.”“That isn’t an answer.”“No. It isn’t.”He held up his phone. “I have photographs of everything in there.”“I assumed you would.”His mouth pressed into a thin line. “You’ve been following me.”“I’ve kept records.”“That’s what you’re calling it?”“I don’t think the name matters.”“It does to me.”He stepped away from the doorway. “How long?”I didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed on my face.“How long have you been collecting information about me?”“Some of it is old.”“That wasn’t my question.”“No.”I walked past him and set my glass down on the table. “I’ve known you for a long time, Elias. Some of those things were never thrown away. Others were collected later.”“Collected.”“Yes.”He gave a quiet