NovelEnglishCliff knew exactly what was going on in Roseanne's head - she didn't want to owe York a favor. So, being the straightforward guy he is, he took the initiative and made the decision on her behalf. And honestly, he wasn't wrong. It was just a question, after all, with no guaranteed outcome.
"Alright, Roseanne, you better hit the sack early. I'm gonna hang up now, okay?" With that, Cliff ended the call.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYork couldn't help but sneer, "Look at you, all mushy. What's Roseanne done for you, huh? Calling her 'sis' like you're skind of lapdog. Makeswant to gag." Cliff retorted, "You don't get it, do you? I value sincerity in my friendships. If you don't like it, tough." "Friends?" York raised an eyebrow. "She and Murray just broke up. How cyou two are suddenly thick as thieves?" At York's words, even Murray glanced over at Cliff.
Cliff, however, straightened up and his expression turned serious. "It's not like that. Roseanne helpedout before. Just because she's no longer with Murray doesn't change the fact that we're friends." "Helped you with what?" York's curiosity was piqued.
Cliff gave a slight cough, "It's a long story, not for tonight. Let's just focus on the drinks. Oh, and York, there's something I wanted to ask for your help with—" "Ah, gotta hit the restroom real quick," York said, darting off faster than a rabbit.
Cliff was puzzled. "Was that an escape act?" And it was, indeed.
York didn't head to the restroom but to the balcony, lighting up a cigarette with a frown, clearly troubled by something and pacing back and forth. He was visibly agitated.
After finishing one cigarette, he lit another, mostly letting it burn on its own with only the occasional drag. Finally, he stubbed out the cigarette as if he'd made a decision and took out his phone to dial a number. Meanwhile, after hanging up with Cliff, Roseanne had left her phone on the coffee table and went to take a shower.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBy the tshe was done and had dried her hair, she noticed two missed calls.
An unknown number from Lumina City.
Curious, she called back, and the person on the other end picked up quickly. "Hello, who is this?" York was speechless for a moment before chuckling, "I mean, Roseanne, we've known each other for years and you haven't saved my number? You've got Cliff's but not mine? Favoritism much?" Hearing York's voice, Roseanne was taken aback, then confused. "Mr. Gibson, what...?" Why on earth was he calling this late just for this? York was internally facepalming. Why did he even say that out loud? Roseanne asked, "What do you need?" "Ah, well, I was there when you were talking to Cliff." "And?" "It's just... Cliff mentioned I have resources, that I could help. Whet didn't you reach out todirectly? I've got a ton of contacts in the publishing world!" fo Roseanne admitted, "I didn't have your number." York was momentarily lost for words.
"And Cliff said he'd ask you on my behalf."
"Look, Roseanne... do you know what the most thing is when asking for """What's that?" York explained, "It's all about going to the right person. There's a fundamental difference betweel☐ going through Cliff and coming todirectly, get it?" "To be honest, not really." "So, this call is to tellI should've cto you directly?"
York slightly lifted his chin, "Exactly! I don't like being in anyone's debt. You helpedout before, and I've yet to repay you." Roseanne was taken aback.
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