Love Awakens: When He Came into My Life

Stella sat next to Dylan, holding a wine glass and looking at me with ill intentions.

I glared at her, and Lucy gave me a piece of chicken.

"Chloe, don't be shy, make yourself at home."

"Okay, Mrs. Harris."

"Hey, Mrs. Harris sounds too formal. Call me Aunt Lucy," Lucy said.

"Thank you, Aunt Lucy."

They could really drink, and even I, who considered myself to have a good tolerance, was feeling a bit dizzy.

"Chloe, go play with the young ones!"

I nodded, and as I stood up, my legs gave way.

A young boy in front of me came over and supported me.

"Be careful, sis."

I looked up and saw his flushed face.

"Thank you," I politely smiled at him.

He looked around eighteen.

"Sis, want to join us in playing cards?" he asked.

I nodded, and he pulled me into the group of kids.

He told me his name was Nathan.

We were having a great time when someone suddenly covered my eyes with a hat.

I looked back and saw Dylan and Stella.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me."

He leaned on the back of my sofa, "I noticed you're only mean to me."

His voice reached my ears, and my hand trembled as I continued playing cards.

"Dylan, let's go play with fireworks," Stella said.

Dylan patted me again, "Stop playing, let's go together."

"You two have your world, why should I intrude?"

"I, won't, go." I stuck my tongue out at him.

We played until late, and it was time to leave.

"I'll take you home," Dylan said.

"No need, I'll call a cab."

"Do you see any cabs picking up passengers outside?"

His retort left me speechless.

He used to be quite the gentleman; now he's a bit annoying.

"Chloe, let Dylan take you home," Joel said.

He even gave me a thumbs-up gesture secretly. Didn't Joel see Stella standing next to him?

"Dylan, I'll go with you," Stella started to say, but was pulled away by Lucy.

"Stella, come see the room I've prepared for you."

I almost died laughing.

"Let's go," Dylan tapped my head.

I jogged to catch up with him.

Because I'd had a bit to drink, I fell asleep in the passenger seat.

When the car stopped, I opened my eyes to see Dylan leaning in very close.

"I'm unbuckling your seatbelt," his breath tickled my ear.

I blushed immediately.

I quickly tried to open the door to get out, but it was locked.

I looked up at him in frustration, "Open the door."

"What's the rush? Let's chat for a bit."

"We haven't seen each other in six or seven years."

I helplessly leaned against the car door, looking at him reproachfully.

"You have such a big problem with me?" he raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head.

"Then, is it Stella?"

I nodded, then quickly shook my head.

"None of your business."

He chuckled softly, and I glared at him, finding his laugh pleasing.

"Don't laugh."

"She's not my girlfriend, just a college friend."

"We just came back together. Her parents went back to their hometown, so she's staying temporarily."

I looked at him in confusion, wondering why he was explaining this to me.

"My dad sends me your work photos every day, saying he'll introduce you to me when I come back."

"I didn't tell him we already knew each other."

"Mr. Harris took photos of me secretly?" I sat up angrily.

"Yes, he really admires you."

"He brainwashes me every day, saying, 'Remember, she's your future wife.'"

"My future daughter-in-law, I won't accept any foreign girls you bring back."

I laughed too, because Joel was really good to me.

My mom passed away when I was in college, and my dad remarried.

Joel had always taken good care of me since I started working.

He looked at me quietly, and I seemed to be smiling inappropriately.

"Let me tell you, your dad is quite cunning."

"He changed my annual meeting prize to a month of dates with you."

"I was stunned when I saw it."

"You're not satisfied?" he asked.

"Not satisfied with what?"

"With dating me."

I blushed again.