Page 47 of Falling for My Ex Next Door

“She is trusting you, I mean, you really show that you care for her. Trust me, it’s a gradual process, and I know it is well past the beginning stage.” She crunched.

“If you say so.”

Inwardly, I knew what I wanted from Clara Lisbon. I wanted her to say she’d forgiven me and I wanted to hear it for myself.

It had been a week after her discharge from the hospital, and I could say I had not seen much of her, though I badly wanted to. Work was also a terrible obstacle. Besides that, there were the preparations for the anniversary celebrations, and the entire situation was sapping all of my energy.

The doorbell rang.

Daisy glanced at me.

“Are you expecting someone?”

“No,” I wondered who it might be for a moment. It was almost ten pm.

“Will you get the door?” We instantly chorused. Daisy groaned, dramatically slumping on the sofa.

“Please get the door,” she cried, munching the remainder of her apple. “It’s your house.” She added.

“You are impossible,” I grimaced before reaching for the door.

I unexpectedly opened the door to Clara’s vibrant face.

“Hi,” her soft voice came, but I was too entranced by her beauty to respond to her.

“Clara?” Daisy dashed over.

“I wanted to talk to you, but you weren’t answering my calls.” She said.

“Oh!” Daisy lamented, rushing inside.

“Please, come in.” I ushered her in after regaining my senses.

“Thank you,” she twitched a small smile and walked in.

“Turns out I enabled the Do Not Disturb mode earlier today and forgot about it. I’m sorry.” Daisy said.

“Sure,” Clara said.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I urged, sitting opposite her. I couldn’t recollect her ever coming to my house since she arrived in Sunnyvale. What would she have come to do anyway?

“Thank you.” She said, gently.

“Ah, how was work at the coffee shop today?” I wanted to chat with her before Daisy reappeared.

“Pretty good, I made good sales.”

“Great, that’s great!”

“Hm. I’ve been receiving your packages,” she said.

“Yeah,” I murmured.

“Thank you,” she added.

“What are you guys talking about?” Daisy cut in, joining Clara on the sofa.

“It’s nothing serious. Did you see my text?” Clara changed the topic.

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