Chapter 4
When I woke up, there was a chill beside me.
Whe
Darion is not here.
There were sounds of movement outside.
I opened my phone and found that it was already twelve o’clock noon.
Countless WhatsApp messages, the most prominent of which was Jalen, were pinned.
That’s really interesting.
Since he lost his memory, he has never messaged me proactively.
But I faithfully send “good morning” and “good afternoon” every day, even though he rarely
replies.
I comforted myself, thinking that he was sick and didn’t remember me, so it was normal for him to
be distant.
I didn’t plan to contact him today, but he came to find me. He only sent one sentence.
“When did you come today? I didn’t have time in the evening.”
I realized belatedly.
These days, I have been taking the time to tell him our shared memories little by little, all during
the day.
Originally, it was because he wanted to spend a wonderful night with his beloved.
I furrowed my brow and felt a wave of nausea.
But still try to make the tone of the text gentle.
“I didn’t have time today.”
Jalen did not return again.
The cold attitude reminded me of those girls he had rejected.
Jalen started dating in his freshman year of high school. He was handsome, tall, and had a slender
figure. He loved playing basketball and possessed all the characteristics of a high school idol.
When I first met him, I heard others say that he was easy to pursue.
But later, after we got together, he rejected all the suitors. Even his friends said he had changed.
He once promised on the snowy mountain that in this lifetime, it would only be me.
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What did he say yesterday?
For
For seven years, it was only Natasha alone, and I truly grew tired of it.”
“A man should date different kinds of women.”
“Hot, sexy, innocent, pure desire, I have to try them all, so that I won’t have any regrets after marrying Natasha.”
I glanced at his WhatsApp with disgust.
He was removed from the top.
That’s disgusting.
Indeed.
Scumbag is scumbag!
I clicked into the chat box.
A plan spontaneously emerged in my mind.
“Jalen, you needed to make time for the live broadcast tomorrow evening.”
Jalen sent a voice message.
The background was noisy, occasionally mixed with the soft laughter of women.
The tone is quite impatient.
“I knew.”
The sound was played externally.
Darion, who had just walked in, bumped into me head–on.
He was wearing the loungewear I bought for Jalen, the most ordinary gray pants and a white striped
shirt.
But he had a good figure, strong features, and his hair was neatly styled in a crew cut, making him
look quite handsome.
I was at a loss for words.
He curved the corners of his mouth with a nonchalant arc, and raised his thick eyebrows. I also intended to reply to Jalen using voice.
Iplaced my index finger on my lips to signal him to be quiet.
Darion walked straight towards me without saying a word.
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I opened the voice.
With a sweet and tender voice, she told Jalen, “Okay, I…”
The voice cut off, and Darion was biting my collarbone.
His breath hit the neck, causing an itch.
“I had reminded you not to speak,” I tilted my neck back, already accustomed to such intimacy.
Darion chuckled.
“I didn’t speak,” he lowered his gaze and glanced at his disheveled clothes that he had been
rubbing, “I was doing.” His lips remained downturned.
hurried to send Jalen a voice message.
“Jalen, I will wait for you tomorrow.”
Just the ending abruptly changed tone due to Darion’s stimulation.
My fingers accidentally slipped. The voice message was sent just like that.
Without waiting for me to withdraw.
Jalen then sent a message, his tone becoming stern.
“Natasha, where are you now?”
“Shopping.”
No way to go back anymore.
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