Chapter 15: You're Not My Type

The flowers that Cecily and Edwin had bought a few days ago were all in bloom now. There were roses in three colors—red, white, and yellow—along with begonias. Cecily looked up at the sky. It had been more than half a month, and Edwin hadn't called once. What was he up to?

After Hector had finished using her phone, Cecily checked the time and decided to give Edwin a call.

"I'm going to make a call. You can go rest inside," Cecily said to Hector, who had been standing there all along, rather impolitely.

Hector blinked, squinting at her, and then tugged at her clothes. "What, are you going to have a secret conversation with your lover?"

"Nonsense!" Cecily felt like Hector was asking questions he already knew the answers to.

Hector sneered, saying, "Boring," and then walked inside.

Cecily dialed the number and waited. It took a while for the call to be picked up, and she was surprised to find herself nervous upon hearing his voice. Edwin's voice, which was usually devoid of emotion.

"Not