As Celine walked out of the living room, she got a glimpse of Fiona walking away. She walked up to Spencer and commented, "The energy seems quite tense. Do you not get along with her? Is it because of last night? Is she angry because she saw what happened?"
"It's really none of your business," Spencer replied, his eyes darkening as he turned to her. "I got pretty drunk last night. I don't remember anything."
"Well, I remember. I had no idea that you were getting married until I called my mother a few days ago," she said, staring at him keenly. "I heard that when you were both kids, the two of you were engaged. If things had turned out differently between us, would you still marry her?"
Spencer's expression was grim, and he pursed his thin lips into a straight line. "There's no room for many ifs. Anyway, I'm leaving."
"Already? Where are you going?"
"I have to go to the base."
"But Spencer, I just came back yesterday..." Celine frowned and change the topic. Her demeanor changed, and she looked at him flirtatiously. "Spencer come on. I haven't seen you in six years. There has got to be something you want to tell me. What's the rush? Old friends should be able to catch up."
"The wedding has caused a lot of delays, so I really have to rush to the base. We can talk about it when I have time!" As Spencer turned to leave, Celine rushed over to him and stretched out her hand to stop him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Spencer said, frowning. He took a look around, seeing the people in the yard and blurted, "Stop it!"
Hearing this made Celine instantly giggle. "You know Spencer, you still have the exact same reactions to my teasing. Your expression and voice haven't changed at all. I know it. You haven't changed. You still love..."
However, before she finished her sentence, Spencer coldly said, "That was a long time ago, Celine. Let's not talk about the past anymore." He strode away, leaving Celine standing there.
As she watched him leave, her eyes gradually became defiant and unwilling.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
The ringing brought her back to the presen
scheming bitch. Just thinking of that night at the bar disgusts me."
Fiona wondered what happened between Leona and Ryan that night. "Leona is a victim," she blurted.
"What do you mean she's a victim? Ryan is such a good guy. I don't believe he would do something so shameless," Sophia said. "I never told you this, but during the holidays, Ryan wouldn't stop calling me. He kept asking me if I knew what happened that night. He seemed very upset and worried, like he was on the brink of tears. I have a feeling that Leona framed him."
Ella suddenly had an idea. "What if we go to the bar to check the surveillance video?" she inquisitively said.
"That's a great idea!" Sophia replied. "I agree. I want to know what happened."
Fiona felt very hesitant about this. Frowning, she said, "I don't think it's a good idea. No one said anything. I don't think it's our place to check the surveillance video."
"What? How could you even say that Fiona?" Sophia asked. "Aren't you curious to know what actually happened that night? I know Ryan very well. He..."
Fiona interrupted her, "Well, it doesn't change the fact that we can never be together. Anyway, let's go and grab some food."
Sophia was disheartened by Fiona's lack of motivation to investigate. "Let's go have lunch then," she said unenthusiastically.
After lunch, the three of them found themselves chatting in bed in their dormitory.