Chapter 91

Edith's reply caught me off guard. Being my real girlfriend was out of the question. "That's not possible, Edith. I'm not ready for a relationship right now. You should—" I started, but Jerome snatched the phone from my hand before I could finish. He said cheerfully, "Meatball's drunk. Don't mind his babbling. As his future wife, it's only right for me to treat you to dinner sometime. Bye!" Then, he hung up before I could stop him. Furious, I grabbed his collar. "You have a death wish? Who are you calling my future wife?" Jerome grinned. "Edith, of course. Why the anger? I know you like her. Don't shut out other good women just because of Isabelle." "I don't like her that way, you idiot! Pull this stunt again, and I'll really punch you!" I snapped. This was not something to joke about. Edith and I were simple people, not players like Jerome. If she took this seriously, I wouldn't know how to explain or handle it. "Relax, man. Edith didn't agree to anything, right?" Jerome arg