Me After Meeting You

She very much wanted to rub her forehead, a sense of terror overwhelming her. But she controlled herself, smiled vaguely, and said, “Don’t joke around. How could that be possible?”

The lady owner likely also thought that the probability of them getting married was very low, and when she saw that Amber didn’t want to keep talking about it any further, she immediately dropped the topic and concentrated on washing Amber’s face.

The facial wash was very intricate but unexpectedly comfortable. Amber didn’t feel particularly tired before the wash, but afterwards, she couldn’t help but yawn complacently.

The lady owner supported her face as she said, “This is going to take some time. Why don’t you sleep first? I’ll wake you up when we’re done.”

Amber didn’t want to sleep, but she still ended up dozing off during the comfortable massage.

When Amber woke up, she was still in the beauty salon, on the bed where she had had her face washed last night. The salon owner was sleeping next to her, and her clothes were to the side. What had woken Amber up was her phone, vibrating right next to her ear.

She sat up straight and took her phone out from her pocket. After looking at the soundly sleeping owner, Amber put on her shoes and walked out quietly. There was no one outside, not even Ian. She answered the call. “Hello, Trysta?”

“You’re awake?”

“Yep.”

“What happened to you last night? I sent you so many text messages but you never responded.”

“Really? Let me see.” Amber inspected her phone for a moment and indeed found a large number of messages from Trysta. After casually glancing at them, she found that they were essentially variations of two questions, ‘Did you dump Ian Axton?’ and ‘Are you together with Calvin now?’

Clearly, Trysta was desperate for an answer.

Amber sighed. “I didn’t realize that you liked gossip this much in the past.”

“I’m bored because I had to wake up early to catch a flight.”

“Where are you going this early?”

“The capital … don’t try to change the topic. Answer me honestly, are you together with Calvin now?”

“No.”

“I don’t believe you! You’re saying that even though you were with him that late at night yesterday?”

“If I said that I had a reason, would you even believe me?”

“I wouldn’t believe others, but if it’s you, then probably, yeah. But really, I have to remind you. If you don’t plan on entering into a romantic relationship with Calvin, then you shouldn’t act so intimately with him.”

“Hm?” Amber was somewhat surprised by Trysta’s comment. “Why not?”

“Because he clearly likes you. Didn’t I mention that I was going to introduce my friend to him last time? However, his reaction was to tell me that he first developed feelings for you in high school, and that he’d continue to wait for you. Ah, his feelings for you are really deep. If not for the fact that you already have Ian, even I would say that the two of you are really compatible.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“… Just when did I get Ian?”

“Hm? Isn’t it true? Everyone’s saying that the two of you have met each other’s parents and are even living together now. Are they wrong?”

“Ev- everyone?” Amber was dumbstruck, so much so that she started to stutter.

“Yes. My Frank saw it back in Axton Hotel too. Hehe, don’t try to hide it from me. You know how fussy Ian is? Everyone who has met him knows it. My Frank told me that he has a room at the Axton hotel that even Billy and his other longtime friends can’t enter. However, that day, he saw Ian bring you inside.

Oh, Amber, you’re really lucky to receive the love of two male idols. Oh, my youthful heart. I shouldn’t have married this early. Otherwise, I could have lived a life like yours!”

Amber was speechless. She’d only been to Axton Hotel two or three times, and only inside Ian’s room twice. But Frank had somehow seen her during one of these times, just how lucky was she?

And as she thought about this, she suddenly became mystified. She used to believe that Ian didn’t feel that way towards her. To her, his actions of resisting her but getting close to her were a sign of the inherent contradiction in his heart, he wanted to be treated, but didn’t want to acknowledge that he was ill.

Forcing her to sign a contract and become his girlfriend was, in Amber’s eyes, just a pretense for his mental dilemma. The reason why she had been so honest with him was because she was trying to break down his mental wall, and it wasn’t in any way to give Ian the impression that she was truly his girlfriend.

Was she too late? It was the first time that she had felt uncertain about her judgment. She hesitated for a moment and then asked Trysta, “If a man saw someone else kiss your face and then brought you to have your face washed, then … what does that mean?”

It took Trysta only a little while to understand. “Hahaha, is ‘that man’ Ian? He saw Calvin kiss you and then he took you to get your face washed? Hahaha, how cute!”

A hand suddenly leaned over and took her phone away. Amber turned around, greatly shocked, only to see that Ian was standing right behind her.

Looking down, he hung up on Trysta and, as he returned the phone to her, said, “You could always just ask me.”

“….”

After saying his words, Ian looked at her expectantly, his expression as if he was waiting for her to ask a question.

Amber also felt that it would be better to clarify things. Asking a clear question and receiving a clear answer couldn’t possibly lead to a misunderstanding.

But as she prepared to ask her question, he shifted his gaze to the rest of her body. “You should clean yourself first.” He then frowned, looked behind her, and said, “Don’t you females usually clean yourselves up first thing in the morning?”

Amber turned around and saw the beauty salon’s owner rub her eyes as she woke up. Upon hearing Ian’s pointed remark, the bleary sleepiness instantly disappeared from her face, and the two of them both looked at the only male in the room, only to see that that man was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants.

His shirt was perfectly uncreased, neat and tidy. Ian was originally quite handsome, and his attire only served to accentuate his features further-the white-clad youth was so handsome that he seemed like a juicy fruit, emanating a tempting aura.