The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 205: Yes

"Fil? The hell are you doing here?"

Fil pursed her lips and smiled, shrugging at Michael as an answer. The latter furrowed his brows and huffed, peeking his head out and looking from left to right. When he was sure no one was around, he pushed the door wider.

"My head hurts, so make it fast," he said as he stepped aside, watching her walk in.

Fil stopped in the middle of the receiving area and turned around to face him. She took a deep breath before she spoke in one breath.

"Three months ago, you told me to run away. You told me to cut them all off in my life and move on. You said all of that right at the moment I caught Marianne committing attempted murder." She huffed. "I took your advice and for a while, things had quieted down until it’s not anymore."

Michael folded his arms underneath his chest, looking at her with disinterest. "Your point?"

"I want to know if I am doing the right thing," she breathed out, making him furrow his brows. "Marcus won’t leave me alone and he is dating my friend."

"So?"

"So?" Fil repeated in a questioning tone. "Do you get what I’m saying? He is going out with my friend because of me."

"Did he say that?"

"Oh, he said more than that."

Michael massaged his temple with his eyes closed. "So?"

"Michael."

"Fil, if you’re asking if it’s the right call to deal with him, then no." He snapped his eyes at her. "Leave him alone."

"Leave him alone?" she repeated with a scoff. "Do you think I would leave three months ago if I didn’t want to leave him alone? But the guy won’t leave me alone."

"And that is your fault. Why did you even target the man in the first place when you know he’s sick in the head?"

"Yeah, I wonder that too and I regret it." She rolled her eyes. "But I can’t go back in time, can I?"

Fil hopped to him to explain herself further. "I came here because of what you said three months ago and how you reacted after seeing what Anne did." She pursed her quivering lips. "I have many questions, but right now, I just want him to stop harassing me, Mike. I just want to live. Please."

Her eyes swirled with a mix of determination and desperation. It was as though she simply came here for some sort of justification and not because she didn’t know how to deal with Marcus.

"You changed," he pointed out indifferently, jerking his chin. "Sit over there."

"Where are you going?"

"Get something to eat," he said as he started walking away.

"Thank you, but I’m not hungry."

Michael stopped and looked back at her. "It’s not for you, it’s for me," and then he resumed to go on his way, leaving Fil all alone in the living room.

’I know he’s rude, but that’s a little embarrassing.’ Fil massaged her nape, looking around Michael’s place. ’This place never changed.’

Michael lived in a luxury condo right at the heart of the city. Quite the luxury for someone who claimed to be the black sheep of the family.

’I’ve been thinking about this for months...’ she thought, approaching the stand in the corner where a ridiculously ugly ceramic was placed. This decoration didn’t fit any of the furniture around, probably because it had yet gone to its final stage of pottery.

’I’ve never met any of Michael’s family or friends besides the circle we had,’ she thought. ’Didn’t he say his family was one of the biggest investment companies abroad? And that he was banished in here for him to stop making trouble?’

Ever since that night three months ago, Fil had a lot of questions about Michael. There were so many why and how, but she thought she wasn’t in the position to ask. Fil stared at the misplaced ceramic on the stand, pursing her lips.

’I don’t know why, but this ceramic is a sore in the eye,’ she thought. ’It didn’t fit in this place at all, yet one can simply overlook it if they weren’t paying so much attention.’

Was it because it was ugly? Or was it the fact that it didn’t matter? Either way, Fil thought this wasn’t the time to worry about this misplaced ceramic.

"You know, I’ve been thinking about it. Your life will be a lot easier if you just don’t care much about other people."

Suddenly, Michael’s voice caressed her ears once more. Fil intuitively turned in his direction, watching him carry a bowl of cereal with his long night robe gracefully flowing back. He jumped leisurely in the most comfortable spot on the couch, folding his feet closer to him.

"Cereal at dinner?" Fil remarked, marching to join him on the couch. "Did you just wake up?"

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Fil assessed the man from up and down. He did look like he just woke up with that crazy bed hair. She shouldn’t be surprised since Michael was unemployed and had a crazy sleep routine. A classic night owl.

"Elise isn’t just any other people for me, okay? She’s a friend and also my junior. I’m scared for her."

"You’re scared that you might hurt her?"

"I’m not scared of hurting her, but I’m scared that she might not just get hurt in the process," Fil stressed, hoping he would grasp she was referring to what Marianne did. "At this point, I admit I don’t know these people, but at the same time, I think I know what they’re capable of."

"Can he destroy this friend? Is that what you’re asking?" he inquired while chewing his food. "Of course. He’s the golden boy of the Arkwright Family. They see him as their precious and delicate boy. Have you met them?"

"No."

"Then, there’s your answer."

"What do you think I could do to make him leave her alone and me?" she followed up.

Michael just shrugged. "I don’t know."

"Michael."

"Fil, listen to me, I won’t know what to tell you if you don’t tell me exactly what you want," he reasoned out indifferently. "All I know is that he is seeing your friend because he wants you. If you really want him to leave her alone, then make him leave her. After that, find a way for your way out."

Fil grumbled. "Didn’t you just tell me I should leave him alone? You’re asking me to thrust myself back into his business."

"And my advice only worked because you were away. If you didn’t come back, do you think he’d even bat an eye to that friend of yours?"

"Do you think I want to come back? It’s work." Fil sighed, looking up at him again. "Fine. Don’t give me an advice. Just tell me one thing. Is he capable of doing what Anne could do?"

Michael studied her. "That’s the main point why you came here," he pointed out. "It’s not that you don’t know what to do or how to deal with him. You want to know if he will kill you."

"Yes," her answer was quick. "I want to know if he will kill me."

"No." Michael’s answer was just as quick. "I don’t think he will kill you, but if the question is if he is capable, then the answer is yes. He is more than capable and he’ll get away with it."