Day Forty-Eight…
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Dave lowered his head, slouching on his seat with both shoulders down. There was glumness in his eyes as he gazed at his closed fists. He felt like belittling himself as he could no longer compare himself to Abigail. In just one moment, Abigail became a sky that he could no longer reach.
"You are truly beyond my reach now. You truly deserve Nathan Sparks more than me." Dave blurted out. He smiled, trying to conceal his negative emotions.
But Abigail could see through him. "Dave, Don't say that. I share this with you because you are special to me. You deserve to know what is happening to me. You are my special friend who had been with me during my childhood years."
"What we have… you can never compare it to others." Abigail grabbed his hands and gently squeezed them, comforting him.
Dave didn't know what to feel. He appreciated her gesture. But he was still hurting since Abigail already had a change of heart. What they had would only remain as beautiful memories in the past.
"I'm sorry, Abigail. I didn't mean to make this awkward for both of us… Anyway… Let's eat." Dave had decided to change the topic. He felt like he was a great loser in front of Abigail. Moving on was so hard to do.
Abigail just kept her silence. She had to lighten the mood first before asking him further.
"Yeah. Let's eat first. You need it. You became thinner." Abigail began to put some food on Dave's plate. If only the real Abigail was here, Dave wouldn't suffer emotionally and mentally.
'I'm really sorry, Dave… Abigail… I promise… Once I come back, I will fix everything… including your relationship. I hope both of you will forgive me someday. I didn't have any intention to ruin your beautiful relationship.' She lost her appetite just thinking about the trouble she caused for this wonderful couple.
'I owe you both so much,' Abigail added to her thoughts as she watched Dave.
Dave didn't want to ruin the mood so he tried to cheer himself up just to make her comfortable in his presence.
'Behave, Dave. Don't make the situation difficult for both of you, otherwise, Abigail might avoid meeting me in the future,' Dave reprimanded himself inwardly.
"Ahem," Dave cleared his throat. "So what happened to the culprit and your Grand Aunt?"
"We handed the guy over to the police. They also arrested my Grand Aunt last night. I think she was still in detention as it was not bailable. My grandfather also disowned her. She has nothing to do with the Yan Family starting today. My Grand Aunt committed so many crimes."
Dave clenched his fists. He was angry because Abigail's own relative was the mastermind behind her attempted murder. "I want to handle this case. I will ask my superior to assign this case to me." Dave expressed his interest to handle Abigail's case.
"Okay. Dave. Thank you for doing this." Abigail couldn't thank him more. He was always worried about her. She truly liked Dave and the way he was so protective of the real Abigail.
Dave just bobbed his head. Then he frowned when he noticed that Abigail's food was untouched. "Why are you not eating?"
"Oh. I'm on a diet because of my upcoming movie project," Abigail lied.
"Sigh. Don't skip meals. I don't want you to get sick either." Dave grabbed her hand tightly, concern was evident in his eyes.
"Don't worry. I am healthy. I won't get sick." Abigail reassured him.
"By the way, Dave… There is something I am curious about…" she was now in the mood to ask questions about Helena and her boyfriend, Vincent.
"Sure. Just ask me anything." Dave met her gaze.
"It's about your friend, Helena's boyfriend. What is his name again?" Abigail finally opened up the topic.
"Oh. He is Vincent Makarov, a native of Country R. Why are you curious about him?" Dave asked her with intrigue.
"Because he is a good man. He is your sponsor. I want to know him more. Too bad I can't remember him," Abigail replied while smiling awkwardly. Dave was truly a policeman. He was very observant.
'At least, I got his complete name. Now, I need to see his photo. What does he look like?' Abigail mused to herself. She glanced at Dave, contemplating whether she should ask him directly about Vincent's photo or not. She just hoped he won't suspect her of anything.
"Do you wanna see his picture? I can show you." Fortunately, Dave was the one who volunteered to show her Vincent's photo. But his goal was to show Abigail their photos together with Helena and Vincent. Dave wanted Abigail to see how happy they were during their vacation in Country R.
"Here, you can scan the album. You will see Vincent photo together with Helena." Dave handed over his phone to Abigail. He let her scan the gallery for her to see their photos together.
At first, Abigail saw her photo with Dave, looking so sweet as they ate ice cream together. She kept turning to the right side, checking other photos. Abigail didn't know what to say. She could tell that Dave and the real Abigail were so in love with each other.
'Damn! They look so good together. I feel so guilty and sorry for them. I am the antagonist in their relationship.' Abigail wanted to skip those photos, but she couldn't help it. As if something was urging her to watch every photo in that gallery.
After a few seconds, Abigail finally found a photo which includes Helena and her boyfriend, Vincent. Abigail's finger stopped moving as she focused her attention on the phone screen. A deep crease formed on her forehead as she watched the man intently.
'Wait… This man looks familiar. Where did I see him?' Abigail scanned her memories, trying to remember where she saw the guy.
'A pair of gray eyes… I have seen them before!'
Abigail gasped when she finally recalled her encounter with Vincent. 'I couldn't be wrong! He is the guy I bumped in the mall, near Celeste's boutique!'
Her eyes widened further when she remembered Vincent mentioning Monica's name over the phone. 'And he is the same guy whom I saw talking with Monics before! Damn it! Vincent Makarov is somehow connected to Monica!!!'
"Abigail, are you okay? Is there something wrong?" Dave asked her in puzzlement. Abigail looked surprise. "Have you recall something? Did your memory come back?" Dave was hopeful.
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