Never Be Apart

CHAPTER 46

When I got home, I quickly took her to my bedroom and laid her down. I couldn't help but smirk at her because she was totally wasted. This isn't the first time I've taken care of her when she gets drunk, it's just one of those moments. But this time, I felt extra happy because of what she said. I don't know if it was the alcohol talking or if she was being sincere.

I left her for a bit to head to the mall and grab some clothes for her to change into. I don't have any women's clothes at my place since I live alone, and Yuki never used to come over. Plus, I didn't want to bring her here because Brendon might get the wrong idea.

After shopping, I picked up some ingredients to make her a hangover soup. I used to do this, so I'm pretty used to it now. I learned it from her, actually. It's the only thing I can cook because I haven't had time to learn anything else.

When I got back home, I went straight to my room again. I'm grateful that, no matter how drunk she gets, she doesn't vomit. I don't have to change her clothes or clean her up, which feels a bit disrespectful. I put the clothes I bought on the side table along with her other essentials, then turned down the air conditioning and switched off the light.

I decided to sleep in my guest room tonight. I don't want to take advantage of her just because she's drunk. Even if she likes me, I want her to be fully aware of what's happening when that time comes. I laughed as I remembered what happened earlier, she hadn't completely admitted it yet, but the fact that she got jealous makes me happy. It's like I've forgotten my feelings for Yuki because of her—or did I really have feelings for Yuki before? I'm not sure anymore.

I woke up early the next day to whip up some soup for her. I also turned on the TV and kept the volume low because I didn't want it to be too quiet while I was cooking, that would drive me nuts. While I was making the soup for Yunah, I thought about calling Arthur.

("Good morning, Kuya,") he said on the other end. I could tell he had just woken up from the sound of his voice.

"Do you still like Yunah?" I asked him.

("Who's Yunah? Do you mean our childhood friend? Not anymore. I already have a girlfriend,") he replied straightforwardly, which made me really happy. I let out a sigh of relief and grinned widely.

"Good to hear, bye." I didn't wait for his response and hung up to continue cooking.

When I finished, I tasted the soup with a smile. I smiled even more when I found out it didn't taste bad. I left it on the stove and went to the living room to catch the news. I wasn't surprised by what I heard today.

"Former Mayor Vincent Santos and Judge Anselm Anderson were arrested this morning for murder and trial forgery. The police stated they would do everything to uncover what charges the two would face. Currently, Mr. Anderson has confessed to all his crimes." I took a deep breath after hearing that. I heard Yunah's footsteps, so I quickly turned to her. She looked at me shyly but immediately looked away and headed to the kitchen to grab some water.