Chapter 111 A Deal

Blake had thought of a lot of things to say, but in the end, that was all he could say.

"Blake, don't joke around. Please get out." Rory's hand was trembling slightly, and this time her very own hand pushed him away.

His receding figure slowly faded away, and finally disappeared from Rory's sight.

Feeling all the strength in her body go, she plopped down on the sofa. The air was unusually strongly scented with alcohol, but she could still smell the scent of apples and vanilla mixed in with it.

By the time dawn arrived, Rory had been up all night, had drunk two cups of coffee, and finally finished writing her thesis.

She tiredly stood up and walked into the bathroom, her eyes full of exhaustion and haggardness.

She came back and threw herself onto the bed. The feeling of fatigue wasn't really that great.

Before she could fall asleep completely, she heard her cell phone ring, and it was Cole calling.