Chapter 274 - I Believe In Her (1/2)

It was dark inside his office without the lights. The blinds were even down making his office seem dull and... gloomy? And there was even an eerie feeling in the air. As for the reason behind that coldness emanating from his usually warm and comfortable office, it was that person who sat at his chair right now.

That invader's facial expression was cadaver-like, not just sagged but lacking his usual liveliness as well. As if he had left his spirit snuggling under the duvet. His eyelids were drooped and clouds of gloominess were looming around his head. To be very honest, it took Darren a moment to even process who was this invader because of how rare this scene before him was.

He turned his head and looked back at Paige as he questioned, ”What's wrong with Didi? He looks like he came from a haunted house. Or did someone suck his soul out?”

Yes, this invader was none other than his best friend, Dylan Qiu aka Qiu Hedi. But he certainly didn't look like himself. Or it'd be precise to say that he seemed like a ghost had possessed his body. Because it was rare to find such a dark and gloomy aura circling Dylan's exuberant self.

”How would I know what's wrong with that young master? His eccentric personality is only understood by you,” came a prompt reply from Paige. ”However, I might not be sure whether he had been to a haunted house or not, I can still assure you that his ghostly presence is certainly making your office seem like a haunted house to me.”

Darren narrowed his eyes at Paige as he observed no change in Dylan's expressions who was staring blankly at a piece of paper before him. ”Don't tell me you did something.”

His insinuation irked Paige as he snarled, ”Why would I?”

”Because you still hold a grudge over the fact that he laughed at your name,” recalled Darren in an accusing tone.

Paige scoffed, ”Just because his sense of humor is so poor, I can't stoop so low to exact a revenge plan on him.” She turned to enter back inside her cabin as she put forth, ”Besides, I have better things to do in life.” Just as she was about to close the door, she left only one sentence behind, ”Don't care about his soul, but I hope his poor sense of humor has been sucked dry by ghosts.”

Darren shook his head at her remark before he closed the door of his room and picked up the remote to open the blinds first. As the natural light of the sun entered the room, Dylan finally looked up at Darren. Seeing his best friend, his reaction was very slow and dull as he noted, ”You're pretty late today. I've been waiting for hours here.”

”If I knew you'd be waiting for me so eagerly, I'd have run to you long ago,” remarked Darren.

Dylan didn't give the same reaction as Darren was hoping for. Instead, he softly whispered, ”As if you'd choose friendship over love.”

Darren gasped, ”What? You don't think I'd choose friendship over love?” Dylan simply and straightforwardly shook his head. Darren sighed, ”Fine. But if my friend really needs me, I won't hesitate.”

”I know,” agreed Dylan with that same gloominess in his voice. His grim, sulky, and tensed look really bothered Darren.