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Recently, we often went out to eat, and I would bring him soup made by our housekeeper.
His stomach condition hadn’t flared up again.
I felt slightly relieved.
Tomorrow, tomorrow.
The next day, I accompanied my mom to a familiar salon for styling.
Mom wanted me to change into a formal dress.
I didn’t agree, only choosing a winter skirt and having the stylist coordinate my outfit and hat.
Chapter 2
The car arrived at the Carter house.
As soon as I got out, I saw photos of Thomas from childhood to adulthood.
But turning my head, I also saw photos of myself.
Our families were close, so the Carters having my photos wasn’t strange.
But displaying them at Thomas’s birthday party…
I had an ominous feeling.
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When Thomas and Jessica didn’t appear, the comments never mentioned them.
I didn’t know if my guess was correct.
“Mom, I’ll say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Carter and then leave, okay?”
Mom also found the photos of me strange.
She knew about Nathan and me.
So she nodded: “Okay.”
But just as I found Mrs. Carter, Thomas suddenly appeared.
I was startled.
He had lost a lot of weight.
Today he had clearly put effort into his appearance, but still looked unwell.
He looked at me with anticipation: “Mia, you’re just angry with me, right? I saw your social media post. That spo were picking a birthday gift for me, weren’t you?”
“You still like me, don’t you?”
The surroundings gradually quieted.
Everyone was looking at Thomas, or rather, at me.
I shook my head: “No. I asked Mom to help prepare a birthday gift for you too. She already gave it to the housekeeper.”
“Thomas, I did like you before, but when I rejected you, I no longer did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have rejected you.”
His eyes immediately reddened.
His lips trembled a few times before he persisted: “Then the sports watch?”
I smiled slightly: “That’s for someone I like. You know who–Nathan James.”
The first time I told Thomas I liked Nathan, I was just using him as a shield.
But not anymore.
This time, Thomas didn’t shout or make a scene.
He probably realized I was sincere.
He sat on the rose garden swing I loved as a child and cried, with many people comforting him fit
