I wanted to explain to Jason that I didn’t want to be a burden.
But when I spoke, his mood darkened even more.
He pulled his sleeve away from my grasp.
Now I was angry.
“Jason, look at me.”
He was silent for two seconds, then turned his head.
But his beautiful face was still cold, and he said nothing. Forget it.
I said nothing too.
Leaning back in the car seat, I closed my eyes.
I meant to rest but accidentally fell asleep.
When I opened them, we were home.
Dinner was ready.
All my favorite dishes,
I hadn’t eaten much at the King family banquet and was starving now.
Jason was on a video call on the sofa. Seeing me, he ended the meeting quietly in English.
He put the phone aside and picked up an economics magazine.
I sat on his lap, arms around his neck.
He didn’t resist.
I pushed my luck: “I’m hungry. Feed me.”
Jason supported me with one hand and brought me to the dining table.
I clung to him, refusing to get down.
He patiently sat and fed me.
When I was almost done, my hands started wandering.
He held me down with a warning look.
But if I listened to him, I wouldn’t be Lily.
I grabbed his hand, wrapped it around my waist, hooked his neck, and pulled him close.
Lost in passion, a video call popped up.
Interrupted during this was appoving
12:24 PM.
Interrupted during this was annoying.
I didn’t check who it was, reached to hang up, but accidentally answered.
A familiar voice came through:
“Lily, Kevin’s drunk. Come pick him up, the usual place!”
It was Kevin’s friend.
I showed impatience, about to hang up, when Kevin’s voice came through:
“Alan, who are you calling? I don’t need her to pick me up!
“If she wants to make trouble, let her. Three years apart, her temper’s worse, even learned to threaten with sulking. Think that’ll make us give in?”
Kevin’s tone was full of disgust.
So he knew we hadn’t contacted each other for three years.
Three years ago, Kevin liked to party and drink late.
No matter the weather or time, one call and I’d jump out of bed to find him.
But now, what does he have to do with me?
Lost in thought, Jason bit my lips.
I moaned softly.
He turned, grabbed the phone, and hung up.
Earlier, I was in control; now Jason sat still, holding me tight.
After hanging up, he cupped the back of my head and pressed down.
“Are you still thinking about him?”
His voice was cold.
wanted to deny it but thought better of it and stayed silent.
He deepened his gaze: “Don’t think about him.”
As Jason and I were “wrestling,” the villa door creaked.
Jason quickly covered me with a blanket.
His sharp eyes looked toward the door.
A head peeked out.
A woman, somewhat resembling Jason, middle–aged but well–maintained and elegant, appeared. Seeing her, Jason’s tension eased, and he said helplessly:
“Mom, what are you doing here?”
Under the blanket, my body stiffened.
Five minutes later, dressed and blushing, I awkwardly greeted Mrs. Jenkins in the living room: “Auntie, hello.”
Jason’s family didn’t know about us.
I kept my head down, avoiding her gaze.
My mind flashed back to three years ago when I confessed to Kevin and was sent abroad.
A shadow loomed over me, but Jason stood before me, blocking the light.
He looked calmly at Mrs. Jenkins, saying nothing.
She said nothing either.
Just as I was about to break under the tension, Mrs. Jenkins suddenly spoke joyfully: “Found it!”
I looked up; she held her phone open to a calendar.
“The eighth of this month. How about that? A good day. Ten days left. I’m going to arrange the wedding now!” Me: “???”
I was stunned, still processing, when Jason agreed:
“Okay.”
Me: “???”
Mrs. Jenkins was ecstatic, pulling Jason aside.
She linked arms with me, examining me from head to toe, smiling wider: “Good, good.”
‘No, Auntie, you…”
‘Lily, that’s your name, right? I’m not mistaken?”
I was surprised: “How do you know?”
Mrs. Jenkins exclaimed: “Jason’s room in the old Jenkins family estate is over 1,000 square feet, filled with your photos!” Me: “???
“No way…”
Though I knew Jason liked me, this was extreme–a whole room full of my photos?
Before I could speak, Mrs. Jenkins grabbed my hand: “Time’s tight, Lily. Let’s go get your wedding dress made.” *???”
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