Love Awakens: When He Came into My Life

"Dylan, if you don't open the door, I'll get angry!"

He opened it and immediately got out of the car with me.

As soon as I got out, I fell to the ground, and he came over and carried me in his arms.

I don't know if I was really craving a man, but I quietly lay in his arms until he placed me on my bed.

"Do you need help removing your makeup and washing up?" he asked.

"You should go back. I'll do it myself slowly."

He pinched my cheek and said, not goodbye, but goodnight.

I lay on the bed in a daze, anticipating something.

It's said that in one's lifetime, there is only one instance of falling madly in love.

For me, he was that instance.

After parting in high school, I never liked anyone else.

Our online contact was limited to exchanging holiday greetings.

Everything that happened today felt like a dream.

I suddenly sat up, gritting my teeth, "Stella, I'll kill you."

Stella and I were middle school classmates.

I had been pretty capable since I was young, good-looking, good at studies, but a bit soft-hearted.

In our six-person dormitory, she ostracized me from the group.

She made indirect accusations and spread rumors about me.

She even found some bullies to teach me a lesson.

Looking at the faint burn scars on my hands, I suddenly felt a wave of fear.

Because my experience in middle school was too miserable, I found everything about high school life incredibly wonderful.

Especially him.

After the New Year, everyone gradually returned to work.

Dylan was also by his father's side, learning some management skills.

The most inexplicable thing was that I saw Stella's name on the HR list.

A few days later, she reported to our department.

Who came up with the bad idea to have me mentor her?

That day, I went to the restroom, and someone followed me in.

Someone forcefully grabbed my hair and kicked my knee.

I fell to the ground.

Stella was still the same; she yanked my hair and let out a cold snort.

"You had him for three years in high school; I had him for six years in college."

"I advise you to be sensible and stay away from him."

This restroom was for executives, so not many people came in.

After she finished, she left, and I hadn't quite reacted.

The shadows of my childhood overwhelmed me, and I blacked out.

I held onto the wall and walked out, only to run into Dylan.

He was wearing a well-fitted suit and walking towards me with his long strides.

"What happened? Why is your hair so messy?"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

His barrage of concern left me a bit overwhelmed.

My body leaned completely towards him, and it was the first time I cried in years.

Because I was really feeling miserable.

"It's slippery inside, I fell, and it hurts." When I said it, my voice choked with tears.

He picked me up and walked towards Joel's office.

"Dylan, no, put me down," I looked at him nervously.

"Don't worry, my dad's not here."

He placed me on the sofa and gently pulled my skirt up to my thighs.

He took out a first aid kit and carefully disinfected my wounds.

My legs were on his lap, and I was somewhat lost, looking at his serious expression.

Remembering Stella's warning, I steeled my resolve.

I touched his face with my hand and leaned in to kiss him.

He was stunned for a moment, then his expression returned to calm.

Just then, his dad walked in.

Seeing us kissing, he stood stunned at the door.

I immediately put my legs down and pushed him away.

Because I pushed too hard, my legs hurt badly.

"What are you doing, all reckless?" He put my legs back on his lap.

No matter how I tried to pull my legs back, he wouldn't let go.

"Mr. Harris, I just accidentally fell," I said to the old man.

"Ah, no worries, I just came in to get something." Joel scurried in like a thief, grabbed something, and quickly left.

I said I fell, and Joel said no worries.

Thinking about what just happened, my face turned red with embarrassment.