Chapter summary of Chapter 68 – If Only He Knew by Melancholic Cha
In Chapter 68, a key chapter of the acclaimed Internet novel If Only He Knew by Melancholic Cha, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of If Only He Knew.
There Is Just So Much That She Needs To Tell Him
Emily's POV:
"So you're going to hand over this box to him right?" Mia asked, hoping for some positive response from my side, as evident from her slightly raised tone.
"I'm in the middle of considering-"
"What's there to consider-oh my God, I'm going insane, I think I've lost half millions of my brain cells trying to persuade the 'yes' out of you and Jesus forbid, but I still fucking failed! I'm gonna puke all my frustration towards your stubborn ass one by one-wait, I think I'm going to need to puke for real, wait! Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a minute, " Mia said, as she leapt off her bed in a hurry to occupy the space in the floor of her bathroom, the alternating faint but sudden loud sounds of her throwing off the half-digested liquid contents being the only thing audible through the screen.
When she came back, she was breathless and half-exhausted as she took large gulps of water from the jug. Her eyes were red, brimming with the unshed moisture clinging at the corner of her eyelids as she wiped the sweat off her forehead with the small white towel kept ready under her bed drawl for these purposes only.
"Are you feeling better now?" I asked in concern.
She nodded her head in response, as she continued to wipe sweat on the side of her face and her neck. After drinking water again, she was sprawled on her bedside in a minute, trying to take the cool air from the air conditioner on her face.
"We can talk some other time, Mia. You need to rest now, you look pale and wasted. I'll also be late for the party organised by my immediate senior if I didn't hurry now and Mom will kill me some two times more if I tried to avoid the date set by her with so much expectations, and I must say, with so much disagreement from my side, as she suddenly had formed this notion that a doctor can find the real happiness in the other doctor only, as only they can understand the other so much than the layman-"
Mia was suddenly up on the bed again, taking the phone in her hands, with the selfie camera now zooming her face more.
"So are you going to the party or not, Emily?"
"I'll see after the party-"
Mia beamed in frustration. "Not to that senior's party. To Edward's birthday party."
"I-"
"This may be the last chance you'll ever get, Emily. Don't let it go-"
"But I asked for some distance from him. How can I go-"
"Yes you can and you will. Don't be stubborn! Otherwise I'm gonna call him right now and say you've something urgent to talk about-"
"Mia, that's forcing-"
"Fuck the generosity in friendship, I'm doing it right now-" Mia said as she took the phone and started swiping the contacts list.
"Okay, stop. Atleast give me some time to think about-"
"It's already past eight. Would you take the whole night to think about it and get ready to leave for his party only after the dawn?"
I sighed loudly in dilemma.
That was really the most pressure someone had ever put on me to confess. Ever.
"I've two numbers of Edward right now. First one goes right here, " Mia said as she swiped the call on her second phone and put it in front of the camera to show that she was really not joking this time around.
"No! Cut that call, Mia! That's so- that's really-" I took a long breath to calm my raging emotions and to think about it as fast as I can.
As the call showed receiving for a painfully extended time but received just as sudden, with the formal hello coming from the other side, I recognised the voice as someone I had been longing to hear from, for a long time of three months.
Closing my eyes in determination, my fingers balled in a tight fist as I took a deep breath and almost shrieked, "Damn, I'll--I'll go there...and--I'll...I will do it. Happy now!"
Mia smiled in victory, as she put the call on hold, and not just cut it, to push my remanining sanity more off the edge. "What will you do? Tell me more precisely so that I can understand well, " she said, her index finger hovering over the un-hold button.
I glared at her as while speaking, "I'll go to the birthday party, and hand over this gift-"
"To whom?"
"To Edward, of course."
"And what else will you do?"
I looked at her in shock, my expression suddenly taking a scared form. "Mia, that's asking too much-"


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