After Being Betrayed, I Healed Myself!

Miller hesitated for a moment but still resolutely pushed me away.

That day, I went from being the brave young lady who pursued love from the Morris family to a long-lasting joke within the circle.

Everyone knew that I fell for Miller at first sight, lowering myself and chasing after Miller for three years with all my efforts.

I thought these three years would be like water dripping on stone, but Miller's actions told me that unrequited love has no end.

My partner was taken away by my half-sister at the engagement party.

How ridiculous.

Ana, standing pitifully behind Miller, didn't forget to mock me with lip movements.

Her message was clear: My mother is a failure, and so am I.

When I slapped Ana, Miller looked at me with the same expression.

Extremely light, extremely cold.

Cold enough to make me shiver years later when I recall it.

By the time I snapped back from my shivering in the cold water of years past, the cold gaze at the booth was already gone.

Miller had left.

A running monk can't escape the temple.

I ordered 999 fiery red roses to be sent to Miller's company.

The card had my Line number on it.

Considering the timing, Miller should have received the roses and furiously accepted my friend request.

Sure enough.

A simple black profile picture had accepted my friend request, with the message "typing" continuously appearing.

I waited patiently.

In the end, Miller only sent a reserved message.

"Ms. Morris, pursuit should be based on mutual respect. Your actions have caused me great trouble. I hope you refrain from such strange behavior."

I chuckled, chewing over Miller's so-called mutual respect.

I replied leisurely, "Don't like the roses?"

Miller...

You are so full of yourself and arrogant, I'm going to pursue you like you are a gigolo, throwing money at you.

You destroyed my dignity, and now it's my turn to return the favor in the same way.

Without waiting for Miller's reply, I smirked and frantically placed orders.

Hermes ties, Rolex watches, Balenciaga wallets...

Flowers and gifts were sent in succession to Miller's company.

Under my intense onslaught, Miller finally, unable to bear it any longer, chose to go abroad to avoid the disturbance.

The delivery guy hesitantly tried to comfort me. "Miss, this way of pursuing someone might not be right."

He pointed to the red roses and card with domineering CEO quotes that Miller refused, hesitating. "It feels like you're insulting someone."

Hearing this, I blinked and replied with a smiling voice, "It's okay if this method fails. As the saying goes, 'love me, love my dog,' which means liking a person so much that you also like the person or things that person cherishes."

During Miller's time abroad, I successfully applied to be an art teacher at Hillside Villa.

My job was to accompany Miller's autistic younger brother in painting.

Unlike Miller's cold demeanor, Ellis was gentle and harmless.

His hair softly fell over his pale forehead.

His doe-like eyes were clear and pure.

He sat quietly in front of the easel, immersed in his own world.

On the pure white canvas was thick, black paint, chaotic lines, and twisted symbols.

The oppressive and gloomy atmosphere hit me directly.

"Ellis, today we're not painting oil paintings."