Return of Old Love: Fall In Love With Him Again

I heard that Shaun liked delicate women, so I tried to act delicate in every way.

Under my persistent pursuit, Shaun agreed to be my boyfriend.

Three years into the relationship, most of the time it was me taking the initiative. He was reserved to the point that even intimacy had to start with me.

Only when I provoked him did he lose his composure and teach me a harsh lesson.

Throughout this lukewarm relationship, I never felt his love.

Later on Shaun's birthday, I discovered my brother's diary hidden at the top of the bookshelf.

He had hidden it so well that even when the police came to investigate earlier, they couldn't find it.

The person my brother used to bully turned out to be Shaun.

This reality hit me hard.

I no longer hoped for his love.

Even being in the same space with him made it hard for me to breathe.

The weight of the past was too heavy, and I found myself immersed in memories, unintentionally falling into a warm embrace.

It startled me.

But before I could jump away, the person spoke.

"Why are you alone here?"

It was Wilbert Porter, my brother's friend. He was a rich kid from Mistwood and also my nominal fiancé.

His voice was deep, his chest pressing against my back intimately. I was uncomfortable and struggled to free myself from his embrace.

After ensuring a safe distance, I replied softly, "It's stuffy inside. I came out for some fresh air."

He paid no attention to my resistance. Behind his glasses, his eyes held a gentle smile that made me feel even more guilty.

During those years abroad, I owed much to his care, which helped me stand firm.

But I couldn't give him what he wanted.

"Saw him?" he asked.

I bit my lip, surprised that he brought up Shaun himself.

Wilbert knew something about what happened between me and Shaun.

Wilbert and my brother were classmates. During those years abroad, I often subconsciously mentioned Shaun.

I had even indirectly tried to find out the truth about the bullying.

Unfortunately, Wilbert knew little about it, and he had a distant relationship with Shaun. I had to give up.

Facing his question, I could only nod and change the subject.

"Just had a drink, feeling a bit tired. I think I'll head back. Tomorrow, I have to visit my parents in my hometown."

I came here today because the bar owner was Wilbert's friend. He arrived late, and that was how I ended up meeting Shaun and the others.

Wilbert didn't insist, and he drove me back home.

He offered to accompany me to visit my parents.

But I wasn't ready. I blurted out, "No need."

Realizing my reaction was too intense, I awkwardly looked out the window, unable to meet his gaze.

The atmosphere became awkward. After a minute, Wilbert reached out and patted my hand. "It's okay. I can wait."

His words eased my tension considerably, and I thanked him softly.

Our old house was located downtown, and we arrived quickly.

After my brother's death, my parents moved back to their hometown. I was living in the old house alone.

The residents were mostly elderly people. They slept early, and there were hardly any people on the streets now.

Wilbert originally planned to escort me into the compound, but his friend was urging him, so he had to leave.

After bidding him farewell, I walked slowly towards the apartment building alone.