Chapter 89 - His Rose (1/2)

-Xi'an International Airport-

The huge airport couldn't lose from the city's biggest shopping mall in any sense. The tiles under Dylan's feet gleamed white and spotless. People were milling around the terminal's door. Dylan looked up at the plasma screens of arrivals on the wall and checked the time on his wristwatch.

Seeing how he was early, he decided to lounge on one of the low comfy chairs to wait. Normally, he wouldn't leave his office this early but today he had to. Plugging in his Airpods, Dylan blasted the music to escape from the cacophony of noises.

His attention was on reading business news on his phone before he opened his itinerary to see if he had anything planned for the weekend. ”Lunch with mom?” His brows arched up slightly as he read his tomorrow's plans. He really hoped it wasn't about another blind date.

A pair of white sneakers came into his line of sight and as he lifted his eyes, he was met with his best friend's gray orbs. Dylan smiled widely as he stood up and almost jumped to hug Darren. ”Daz! My Dazi! I missed you!”

Darren pushed him off his body and said, ”What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you I'll call my driver?”

”Aren't you happy to see me instead?”

Darren nodded and threw his backpack towards Dylan which he easily caught and said, ”Let's go now. I'm tired.”

”Yes, boss!” Dylan replied and they both walked off in the direction of Dylan's car. As they both settled in, Dylan asked, ”How was Xia Capital?”

Darren stayed quiet in reply for a moment before saying, ”Same as it has been for a while. Unbearable and suffocating.” The capital was a place which once made him feel alive and now, all he felt was dead inside. The capital held his worst and best memories. Somehow, he just couldn't overlook the worst ones to cherish the best ones.

Dylan looked at him through his peripheral vision and said, ”I need your help.” Darren looked at him with a questioning gaze and he went on, ”Let me stay at your place for a couple of days.”

”Why?”

”Didn't you hear? I have a little invader in my house. I feel like an outsider in my own place these days. That little monster is really annoying.”

At Dylan's reply, Darren didn't question since he knew who had been giving a headache to Dylan at his own place. ”If you're comfortable with the ghosts of my place, then you're most welcome to be our guest,” replied Darren with a straight face.

”You're just messing with me, right? There are no actual ghosts, right?” Dylan asked while trying to keep his inner fear from showing.

”Maybe... Maybe not,” was Darren's vague reply in a very thought-provoking tone.