Happy Breakup: Regaining My Confidence

The place still had the same Italian style, and the furnishings hadn't changed.

I couldn't help but think that Jagger must be very loyal in relationships.

But gods like him were not interested in our love affairs.

Going home suddenly would worry my parents, so I decided to stay here for now.

Jagger and I lived in the same neighborhood, and our parents were business partners. We grew up together.

I took a hot shower, came out wrapped in a towel, and let my hair fall casually to one side.

I glanced at Jagger, who was looking down at his phone, his long eyelashes lowered, his face a bit red.

Thinking about the rain tonight, I wondered if Jagger had a fever.

I reached out to touch Jagger's forehead. He didn't dodge and looked at me with a faint smile. "What are you trying to do? I'm still a decent man."

I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't like virgins."

Jagger's smile froze on his face, and he awkwardly pursed his lips.

Strangely, I didn't have the insomnia I expected, and instead, I slept soundly that night.

The next morning, I was woken up by a commotion. I checked the time—it was already ten o'clock. The sunlight squeezed through the curtains, particularly striking.

I heard a woman outside saying, "You brought a girl home, you have to be responsible. The Lynn's family doesn't play around."

Jagger explained, "No, she's not..."

"Not what, not a girl?!" Jagger's mother paused for a moment, seemingly making a decision. "Even if it's a boy, you have to take responsibility."

Hearing this, I burst out laughing.

I opened the door, and Jagger was still arguing weakly with his mother, while his father was mediating.

Seeing me, his mother was momentarily surprised, then her face lit up with joy. "Emma, you're here!"

Jagger was a premature baby. After giving birth to him, the doctor told his mother she couldn't have more children.

His mother always wanted a daughter and treated me as one. She always had Jagger bring a share of anything good to me.

She often joked, "When you grow up, will you marry Emma?"

I eagerly replied, "Yes, yes!"

Hearing this, Jagger's eyes lit up. "A promise is a promise." He would chase me to hook our pinkies if I didn't agree.

If he couldn't catch me, he'd cry until I agreed to pinky swear.