This scene isn’t unfamiliar.
I can recall at least four or five times when I obediently sat in the car behind, listening to their undisguised ridicule and mockery, yet still desperately trying to find any trace of
his love for me.
The winter wind is cold, stinging my face.
I cross my arms and watch their little act: “A proper ex should be like they’re dead to you. You understand that, don’t you, Jack?”
When I used to threaten to break up with him, I would eventually beg him to take me
back, and he would say these exact words to me arrogantly.
Now, I can say these words too.
And it feels so good!
Jack’s face turns pale with anger: “Fine, don’t regret it later!”
The exhaust from the sports car smells terrible.
But my eyes are shining brightly, as if seeing a new life.
I skip happily towards the bus stop when suddenly, a low–key Range Rover stops in front of me. The window rolls down to reveal Ethan’s smiling face.
“It’s quite cold. Let me give you a ride home.”
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There was no reason to refuse.
I obediently got into the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt.
Just as I was trying to think of a topic to break the ice, Ethan spoke first: “Where do you
live?”
I gave him my address, which was quite far from here. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I said, “The route is a bit complicated. You can just drop me off at the bus stop if you’d like.”
Ethan chuckled, “It’s not far. It’s on my way.”
I looked puzzled. Someone as wealthy as him should be living in the city center. Why would he be going to such a remote area?
Ethan changed the subject, “You still live there, huh?”
Uh…
I tried to recall if he had ever been to my house in high school.
Ethan casually explained, “I went to play with some classmates in your neighborhood before, so I remember.”
That explanation seemed reasonable.
I nodded obediently, sneaking glances at his profile. He really was incredibly handsome.
Back in high school, when I sat behind him, I loved looking at his side profile, with his long, thick eyelashes.
Ethan cleared his throat lightly, and I realized I had been staring at him too intently. I blushed and laughed awkwardly, “Well, I’ll treat you to a meal next time to thank you.”
“I’ll take you up on that offer. Are you free today?” he asked.
“Huh?”
I was stunned. This was just a social courtesy, wasn’t it?
Ethan smiled, “If not today, we can set a date later. How have you been these past few years?”
The conversation flowed naturally from there.
My nervousness gradually subsided, and I chatted with him casually about the five
years since high school graduation. Even when I mentioned Jack, it felt natural, without
any of the pain or sadness I used to feel.
It was like talking about something ordinary, and I realized at that moment that I had truly moved on.
I used to think it would take a long time to get over him, but disappointment had accumulated to the point where it had consumed all my previous feelings.
Ethan’s expression became a bit serious, “Oh, so that was your ex–boyfriend just now.”
Ugh, he had witnessed such an embarrassing scene.
“By the way, about what you said last night about pursuing me, how do you plan to do that?” he asked.
I was speechless.
Girls, this is even more mortifying.
Should I just jump out of the car?
If I explain to him that last night was just a misunderstanding, would that work?
But if he were to ask me if I liked him, my eyes wouldn’t be able to lie.
This is so awkward.
Ethan considerately added, “Actually, I’m quite easy to pursue.”
My brain short–circuited, and I blurted out, “How so?”
Ethan laughed, clearly in a good mood: “As long as you come home at night, that’s enough.”
I was stunned.
Does he not even care about gender?
