See the Person I Love the Most Again

Money talked, right? Going abroad for further studies was a breeze, thanks to my parents.

Timothy even pulled some strings to get me a spot at the most renowned design company in town.

But, when I walked into the apartment he rented for me, I caught a girl in a camisole applying body lotion.

I quickly apologized and expressed that I had the wrong room.

However, after double-checking the door number, I realized I was in the right place.

Left with no choice, I dialed Timothy.

"Son, we need to spend our money wisely. It's not that we can't afford a full lease, but shared accommodation offers better value. Alright, enough said, phone bills are quite steep."

After hanging up, I hesitated for a while before finally climbing the stairs.

The girl didn't seem fazed when I re-entered.

"Hello, I'm Olivia Munn, an exchange student staying for two years."

Her openness made it hard for me to be awkward, so I shook her hand and introduced myself.

"I arrived a few days earlier and have already chosen a room. Are you taking the remaining one?"

Just like that, Olivia and I began our shared living arrangement.

Olivia was easygoing, but she had one demand. Her photo had to be displayed prominently in the living room.

Maybe because I hadn't completely moved on from Megan, I couldn't shake the feeling that Olivia's photo bore a resemblance to her.

However, she was just a young girl, and her demand didn't cross any boundaries, so I went along with it.

My routine became monotonous. I either studied and socialized or headed straight home to sleep.

Just as I was about to have dinner one day, a call interrupted me.

"Hello, is this Humphrey Bogart?"

The voice on the other end sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"Hello? Is this Humphrey? I found your portfolio and wanted to know how to return it to you."

It suddenly dawned on me that I had left my portfolio at the exhibition hall.

"I'll visit the exhibition hall tomorrow. Would that be convenient for you?"

The person agreed.

Little did I expect that the person who found my portfolio was Lena Johansson!

Lena was an internationally renowned model.

I was at a loss for words when I saw her.

"Please, have a seat."

She handed me a cup of coffee.

"Thank you."

"I... I'd like to treat you to a meal. Thank you for keeping my portfolio safe."

Lena looked at me and then burst into laughter.

I stood up in a panic, but she seemed even more delighted.

"Please, sit down. Don't be so formal. Honestly, I really like your designs, so I wanted to meet the person behind them."

I was pleasantly surprised. While I always had confidence in my work, being noticed by such a famous model made me feel like I could boast about this for a lifetime.

Our first meeting was filled with my awkwardness.

However, as she kept appearing around me, I regained my composure. It was hard to constantly flatter her when such an idol became a regular presence in my life.

Besides, Lena's personality was quite a contrast to the renowned model in my imagination.

I was not one for scheming. I caused a scene at the banquet before, so I felt like I had turned a new leaf.

However, Eric messaged me one day, saying the members of the Brody family were imprisoned for illegal deeds.

It hit me then that my attention towards Megan had been dwindling lately.

I looked up at Olivia, who was preparing my meal, and that familiar feeling she gave me lingered.

However, after knowing her identity, I just couldn't muster any feelings towards her.

Olivia seemed to sense my gaze and deliberately let her camisole slip down.

I walked over, not saying a word, just helping her adjust it.

She continued cooking, but seemingly intentionally, her low neckline revealed a hint of allure.

"Oh! When did you come over? You scared me."

Olivia pretended to be startled, then jumped into my arms.

"Did I really scare you that much?"

I teased, running my fingers through her hair.

Olivia instantly melted into my touch. A fragrance enveloped me, but I gently pushed her away.

"Shouldn't you be heading back now?" I said, moving towards the stove to check on the food.

Olivia seemed momentarily taken aback and nodded.

"Should I see you off later?" I asked.

She nodded again, then shook her head.

Without further words, I started setting the table for dinner.

Olivia, no longer shy as before, took the items from my hands, instructing me to sit and wait for the meal.

Honestly, over the past two year, I had observed Olivia's care for me, but her many secrets made it hard for me to trust her.

Just as I pondered this, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, I found Megan standing there, immediately launching into a tirade upon seeing me.

"Why copy the plot in melodramatic romance dramas? Do you think I won't be able to catch up with you after you go abroad?"