Chapter 4The Fiancée He Forgot

Later, Ethan and Mr. Vance started fighting.

Mrs. Vance argued angrily with Mr. Vance.

"What did I say? We shouldn't have set it up when they were young and ignorant. You said I was being snobbish. Now look, your son doesn't even recognize you as his father!"

That summer, only Mr. Vance and I were left at home.

Whenever there was movement outside.

He would subconsciously adjust his sitting posture.

But neither Mrs. Vance nor Ethan came back.

His loneliness became the root of my sadness.

I never wanted to be a burden to others.

I worked towards this direction.

Wanted to do everything perfectly.

In the end, I did nothing well.

Now, I suddenly felt a bit grateful to the netizen who came up with the idea.

Wandering outside for so many years.

I could finally return home with peace of mind.

Ethan, having avoided me for so long, could probably come home safely today too.

...

The conflict between me and the Vance family.

Suddenly resolved!

In a good mood, I wanted to find someone to talk to.

I immediately asked my friend, Lana, to go to a place I didn't usually like.

While biting my straw and complaining to Lana about how hard it was to start a business, her eye started twitching.

Confused, I blinked back at her and turned my head.

As I turned, a figure approached.

My head bumped directly into the person's chest, my hair catching on his button.

The person held my head, his cool tone carrying a soothing meaning: "Don't move."

My heart trembled. After he untangled me, I was still a bit dazed, forgetting to thank him.

Before I could react, a silver phone was handed to me.

He said to me: "Can I get your contact info?"

I froze, my gaze falling on his fair knuckles, wrapped in a band-aid.

This inopportunely reminded me of Ethan.

When he was in a bad mood, he liked to box or practice Jiu-Jitsu.

The young master's hands were too precious, often injured from excessive force.

So every time he came back from the gym, I would pull him over to treat his wounds.

The moment I looked up and saw Ethan.

I was stunned, my heart tingling faintly.

Turns out, saying "it's fine" when not seeing him was easy.

But upon sudden reunion, my heart's reaction couldn't lie to myself.

The sentence "Can I get your contact info" belatedly rushed into my brain.

I let out a short: "Huh?"

Probably my confused expression was too exaggerated.

It made him laugh. The fragmented light in his black eyes, almost gentle, made my heart skip a beat again.

He pointed to the distance: "Truth or Dare. Can you help me out?"

I followed his gaze.

I just thought it was lively over there and hadn't looked, but now I realized that table was full of acquaintances.