Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 257

If Evangeline chose not to believe him, a hundred phone calls wouldn't change her mind. It would only make him look desperate.

With that thought, Soren tossed his phone aside and walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. He opened the kettle and found it empty. He then went to the water cooler, only to find the large plastic jug was empty as well.

He searched the kitchen. There was no bottled water in the fridge, and the only other jugs stacked against the wall were also empty. Arranging for the monthly water delivery was something Evangeline had always handled. In fact, whenever he was home, she always made sure a glass of water was waiting for him.

This was the first time he'd ever had to deal with this himself.

He considered messaging Evangeline to ask her what to do, but remembering her dismissive tone, he decided against it.

Soren went upstairs, washed up, and lay down in bed. The silence in the room was so profound he could hear his own heartbeat. Staring at the ceiling, he felt the familiar tendrils of insomnia creep in. His sleep had been terrible for the past month, ever since she'd left. His insomnia had returned with a vengeance.

After half an hour of tossing and turning, he sat up, grabbed two sleeping pills from the nightstand, and swallowed them dry.

The night deepened, and a sliver of moonlight crept under the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the floor. He didn't know how much time had passed before he found himself sitting up again, his throat painfully dry.

"Evangeline," he called out instinctively.

It took him a few moments to clear the fog from his mind and remember that she was gone. She didn't live here anymore.

He got out of bed and checked the time. It was only three in the morning. He'd been asleep for less than three hours. His throat felt like sandpaper. He stumbled to the bathroom to splash some water on his face, but stopped short at the door. The floor was covered in an inch of water. A pipe under the sink had burst, soaking the floor and everything inside the vanity.

Already grumpy from lack of sleep, the sight of the flood sent a wave of irritation through him. He slammed the door shut. When Evangeline was here, these kinds of chaotic accidents never happened. Now, it felt like the entire villa was conspiring against him.

Soren rubbed his temples, his frustration mounting. Finally, he gave in and dialed her number.

The phone rang for nearly thirty seconds before she answered. Her voice was drowsy and soft, as if he'd just woken her up. "What's wrong?"

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