Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn)
Chapter 223

The call ended abruptly.

"Stop flattering yourself."

Those words lingered in Allison's mind like an unwelcome echo. Her heart felt barren, the warmth and affection Joshua once lavished upon her now slipping away like sand through her fingers.

Outside, snowflakes danced thicker and faster, the icy northern wind howling through the branches. Allison found herself staring blankly at the swirling snow beyond the window.

Her phone lay silent for a moment before it started buzzing incessantly again. Tears still marked Allison's cheeks, and the relentless ringtone only added to her fatigue.

The caller was Javier.

"Allie, the Fisher family came by today to call off the engagement."

Her heart was already numb with pain, and she could barely muster a quiet acknowledgment. Javier's voice was hesitant, almost reluctant, "Did you see the rumors about Joshua and that actress?"

Allison remained silent, her voice refusing to emerge.

Javier continued, "Tomorrow, I'll set up a press conference to officially announce the end of the engagement with the Fisher family. This time, it's all on them, Allie. There's no shame in walking away from this. You're amazing, and there are plenty of great guys out there for you."

Allison still couldn't replace the words. She hadn't expected the Fisher family to move so quickly-Joshua had just suggested breaking up the night before, and now they were already ending the engagement.

Were they really in such a hurry?

The thought of that sultry voice she'd heard on the phone, and the idea that Joshua might be eager to clear the way for Megan, made Allison's chest ache with a suffocating heaviness.

"Allie, take care of yourself. After the press conference tomorrow, I'll send someone to bring you home."

Once the press conference wrapped up, the Owens and Carter families would be done for good, and Chris would hopefully leave the Owens family alone. Javier thought about this as he offered Allison a few more comforting words, urging her to take care of herself.

Allison gave vague, uninterested replies.

In the dimly lit club lounge, Shawn sat on a sofa, his face hidden in the

shadows, his expression

unreadable. While others drank chatted, and flirted, Shawn felt

completely detached, the lively scene around him seeming irrelevant. He only wanted to sit alone in the corner, lost in thought.

Allison had disappeared from his life recently. After he got out of the hospital, he learned she had moved, her apartment next door now empty and quiet. He had no idea where she had gone, and his calls went unanswered. It was as if Allison had vanished from his world overnight.

He spent some time wallowing in despair, numbing himself with alcohol. Once, while heavily drunk, he thought he saw Allison come back. She wore the dress he had bought her when they were dating, and she smiled softly at him, "Shawn."

Overcome with joy, he held her tightly, both laughing and crying. Allison gently caressed his face, her eyes full of concern, "Don't drink so much; it's bad for you. Let me take you to rest."

He placed his hand over hers, nuzzling into her palm with longing, tears falling down his cheeks, "Allie, I'm so sorry. Will you come back?"

Allison's voice was soft and soothing, "I'm here, aren't I?"

With tears in his eyes, Shawn asked, “I swear I'll only love you, be good to you. Can we start over?"

Her gaze was warm and tender, "Yes, I won't leave again."

"That's wonderful," he murmured, "I thought... I'd never get another chance..." Overwhelmed, he couldn't hold back his sobs, crying out of relief and regret for past mistakes. It was so good. His Allie was back.

Allison was gentle and comforting, wiping away his tears, leaning in to kiss him. Desire stirred, and the atmosphere turned increasingly heated. That night, he made love to her over and over. They surrendered to passion, lost in a blissful oblivion.