Chapter 478 Confession
I quietly got up, cracked the door open just a bit, and saw the living room was super dark, except for a small square of light. I could barely make out Brad's face, his fingers flying over his phone screen. The glow made his handsome features look kinda creepy.
I couldn't take his nonstop texts anymore, so I replied, "I knew you couldn't handle it. You can still go back now."
I didn't really want to kick Brad out.
But if I didn't say that, Brad would keep texting for hours. I was already exhausted and ready to crash. Plus, it was the middle of the night; we needed sleep.
Brad: [No way, I'm not going back. Baby, open the door, and I'll sneak in.]
Why was Ronan so against Brad staying over and specifically said no sex? Didn't Brad get it?
Me: [Did you forget what my dad said?]
Brad: [Then what do I do? I can't sleep without holding you.]
I was speechless.
Brad had been alone in Silverbrook City for so long—hadn't he managed to sleep alone all that time? Why was tonight any different?
Me: [The piggy pillow is mine; you can hold it.]
Brad's next messages were all sad emojis.
I kept looking at them until I fell asleep.
I had two glasses of juice at dinner, and my stomach was bloated. Just before dawn, I got up to go to the bathroom. Passing through the living room, I found the sofa empty, with only the blanket spread out, which freaked me out.
Where was Brad?
Could Brad have gone to the bathroom too?
I searched everywhere but couldn't find him.
I stood in front of my parents' bedroom, pressed my ear to the door, and listened for a long time but heard nothing.
So I tried to convince myself that Brad couldn't possibly be in my parents' bedroom.
Then where did Brad go? It wasn't dawn yet, his car wasn't there, and his coat was still hanging on the rack. Only he was missing.
Could Brad be sleepwalking?
I remembered a news story about a sleepwalker who had an episode in the middle of the night and fell off the balcony, resulting in multiple fractures. Thinking of this, I was so scared that I ran to the balcony to check, but everything was clean downstairs, nothing there.
I was an atheist, so I didn't believe people could disappear into thin air. I ran back to my bedroom, grabbed my phone, and called him. The phone rang in the living room, scaring me into hanging up quickly.
Brad's clothes and phone were still there, but he was missing. It was too weird.
I thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. In desperation, I went to find Ronan and Helen.
Ronan and Helen were also terrified when they heard Brad had disappeared in the middle of the night. They quickly got up to investigate but found nothing.
So, the three of us sat on the sofa, considering where Brad could have gone and whether we should call Hugh. Maybe Brad had gone home because he was uncomfortable, which wasn't impossible.I picked up the phone but hesitated. Hugh and Emma weren't young anymore; calling them out of the blue to find someone might freak them out.
So, I called Daniel instead.
I dialed the number, and after about forty seconds, someone answered, "Who is it?"
The voice was soft and cute. Was it Rachel? Were they living together?
If I weren't so stressed, I would've asked what was going on. This was moving way too fast.
I didn't care much about Daniel, but Rachel was such a good girl. I didn't want her to get hurt.
"It's me, Jane. Is Daniel there?" I knew it was a dumb question, but I couldn't just say I was looking for Daniel; it would be awkward for Rachel.
I heard someone asking who it was, and Rachel said it was Jane. Then I heard Daniel's slightly panicked and heavy breathing. He said, "Jane, don't misunderstand. Nothing happened between us."
I was stunned.
What happened between them had nothing to do with me. Did he need to explain? They were living together but nothing happened?
Never mind, it was not my business. Finding Brad was more important.
"Are you at home?" I ignored Daniel's explanation and got straight to the point.
Daniel replied, "Yes, why?"
I asked, "Did Brad go back?"
Daniel responded, "No."
My heart sank. If he didn't go home, where did Brad go in his pajamas? Did he really disappear into thin air?
Noticing my silence, Daniel asked, "Isn't Brad at your place? Why, is he not there?"
Brad was at my place, but he disappeared at some point.
What should I do?
Just as I was wondering how to explain to Daniel, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. The door opened, and Brad, holding my key, with messy hair, bent over and came in.
He probably didn't expect the lights to be on inside and was startled. He quickly stood up straight and saw the three of us sitting there, looking stunned.
He asked, "Why are you all up so early?"
Seeing his innocent and confused look, I instantly got angry.
"You disappeared without a word, didn't change your clothes, didn't take your phone, and didn't go home. What were you trying to do?" I was so angry that I was incoherent, and by the end, I was almost crying.
I had pinned all my hopes on Daniel. When I heard Brad hadn't gone back, I was terrified. Yet now Brad was here, looking innocent and asking why we were up so early.
This was the first time I had truly gotten angry with Brad. For the past twenty-some years, I had lived under Brad's care and pampering, never having a chance to get angry.
Brad knew he was in the wrong and awkwardly apologized to Ronan and Helen, saying the sofa was too small to sleep on, so he went back to sleep.
I said, "Go back? Go where? I asked Daniel; you didn't go home. So where did you go? Explain clearly."
Brad's cheeks twitched, and his thin lips pressed together a few times, looking a bit troubled. Noticing my angry face and Ronan and Helen's questioning looks, he had no choice but to confess.
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