Almost Too Late To Say I Love You

After I sobered up, I realized that Hayes was only fifteen years old and still in school.

Hayes was very obedient. He could do everything and was willing to learn. I was bad at caring for myself, and he was the opposite of me.

As long as he was around, my house was always spotless.

I had a weak stomach due to bad habits for many years, but with Hayes around, I could occasionally eat three meals a day.

I took Hayes to visit some celebrities and paid a teacher to teach him to dance. Hayes was very hardworking and really talented.

No matter how difficult the dance moves were, he could imitate them after watching them twice, and he could even dance better than the teacher.

Even the teacher praised Hayes' singing, saying that he was suited for this line of work and praised my good judgment.

I started training Hayes to pave the way for him alone.

The entertainment industry was like a melting pot and every step was difficult. I just wanted to use what I had to make things easier for Hayes.

When Hayes finished his studies at the age of eighteen, he bid farewell to the celebrities and teachers I had found for him.

They all said there was nothing more they could teach Hayes. I knew that Hayes now only needed an opportunity.

Afterward, whenever he had free time, Hayes would write lyrics and compose songs, striving for all-round development.

Hayes was very clingy to me.

He kept pestering me to taste the dishes he cooked and evaluate each dish.

Hayes also liked to take me shopping. When he saw a nice dress in the shop window, he insisted that I try it on for him. If it looked good, he would buy it.

Whenever I said he still needed me to support him, he would let me deduct it from his future earnings and insist on buying it.

He was very childish.

Sometimes Hayes threw a tantrum and got angry with me.

When I raked around in his school bag and saw love letters from other girls, I read them out loud in front of him and jokingly asked him whether he liked the girls. He would get angry and not talk to me for an hour.

When Eric had free time, he would invite me to have a meal together and Hayes would follow along reluctantly. The injured look on Hayes' face was hilarious.

I didn't pay attention to my health and always had cold drinks and spicy food. Every time my period came, I suffered from severe pain. At such times, Hayes became very domineering.

He took away my cold drink and didn't even let me eat anything spicy. When I got my period, he applied heat to my stomach and prepared some ginger tea for me.

With Hayes around, I was no longer just busy. Occasionally, he gave me little surprises and I felt warm.

After the SAT, Hayes followed me to the company. With my strong recommendation, the company promised to spare no effort to support him as long as he could win the championship in a singing competition.

But if he failed, I had to accept the company's arrangement and train another newcomer.

That would take away my energy and attention, as well as the resources in my hands. Naturally, I was unwilling to do that.

But to make sure Hayes would get a chance, I could only agree.

Hayes clenched his fists tightly and said unwillingly, "I don't want you to train someone else."

"Then you have to perform well and definitely win the championship," I smiled and touched his head on tiptoe.

Hayes looked awkward. "I've grown up. Don't treat me like a little boy."

"Who said you're not a little boy? I'm ten years older than you. In my eyes, you are a little brat!" I teased him.

"Melody, do you think I can win the championship?" Hayes said, watching TV.

On the TV, the previous contestant was singing a love song.

"If you can't win, who can? Don't you trust my judgment?" I glanced at him impatiently.

"Yes, I do. Please don't act like I'm a baby." Hayes frowned.