After Taking Care of Him For Three Years, He Confessed to His First Love

3

Looking at Austin in front of me, I bit my lips tightly and felt a mix of emotions.

My family was poor but I excelled in my studies, and I was fortunate to be one of the students sponsored by the Jones group.

Later, my parents passed away for some reason, and Mrs. Jones felt sorry for my lonely background and brought me back, giving me a place to stay.

But I knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and I couldn't accept others' kindness easily.

So even though I lived in the Jones household, I didn't get carried away, instead, I did what I could and never dined with them. I always ate with the servants.

I defined my position as a "laborer".

This was also the reason why Austin always looked down on me.

He looked down on my identity and thought I wasn't worthy.

But before, he never cared about where I went, and now...

I held back my confusion and spoke in a casual tone, "Something came up."

Without waiting for his reaction, I walked past him and left.

I found Ryan at a nightclub.

People around were gathered in groups, having a great time.

But he was alone in the middle of them, filled with loneliness.

I took a deep breath and walked up to him.

"Ryan."

Hearing my voice, he lazily raised his eyes and glanced at me.

Suddenly, he laughed and said, "Isn't this Austin's little sidekick? Why are you here, regretting following him?"

His words were filled with sarcasm.

I was not angry.

Actually, I had come into contact with Ryan several times in my previous life.

He looked at me, always with a look that seemed to say more than words could express.

He had also asked me, "Are you stupid, insisting on chasing after him? What's so great about him?

"You'll regret it sooner or later!"

4

I never expected that my words would come true, and I really do regret it.

"Yes, I regret it now, so I've decided to turn over a new leaf."

Hearing my words, Ryan was taken aback. What I said must be beyond his expectations.

I faced him calmly, not flinching or backing away.

After a long time, he suddenly smiled.

"Since so, shouldn't you show your sincerity?"

He pointed to the wine in front of me.

My hand hanging by my side clenched into a fist.

The impoverished life I led had left me with a severe stomachache.

I never dared to touch cold or spicy food, let alone drink a drop of alcohol.

I was afraid of getting sick, and more afraid of not being able to afford medical treatment.

But now...

Biting my teeth, I picked up a glass of wine and looked determinedly into the air. "I'll drink this first to show my sincerity!"

I raised my head and drank the entire glass of fiery liquor.

Instantly, my throat felt like a wildfire was raging, burning painfully.

The pain spread from the top down, reaching my stomach.

Immediately, I turned pale with pain and slowly crouched down, clutching my stomach.

People around me were egging me on, "How can you crouch down after just one glass? Are you okay?"

"That's not very sincere, is it?"

"If that's your best effort, you might as well forget about getting Ryan's favor."

Strangely, they were right beside me, but I couldn't hear a word they were saying.

The whole world seemed to be spinning.

The pain numbed my consciousness, and I finally couldn't hold on anymore. I closed my eyes and collapsed to the ground.

In the last moment of my fading consciousness, I seemed to hear someone rushing towards me in a panic.

"Amelia!"

5

When I woke up, all I saw was pure white.

I muttered to myself, "Is this what death feels like?"

Just as I finished speaking, a melancholy voice came from beside me, "Dream on."

I turned around and found Ryan with a frown on his face.

He asked me seriously, "Amelia, did Austin send you here?"

I didn't understand what he meant.

"Did he send you here to feign friendship with me, lower my guard, and then surprise me by killing yourself in front of me, leaving me with a big problem that I can never get out of?"

I was speechless.

"Your silence means you agree!"

Seeing my silence, Ryan immediately sprang up like his tail had been stepped on.

He stood up with a 'whoosh' and paced back and forth in the ward with his face turning black.

His spinning made my head dizzy.

Finally, he stopped and rushed to my face.

I thought he was about to explode, so I was ready to explain.

But he took the lead. "Amelia, are you stupid? Did Austin save your life or see you killing someone, and you just follow him blindly?

"Can't you be more sober? What's so good about that weakling that you're willing to sacrifice so much for him?"

As he spoke, he muttered, "Or is it because you've seen too little of the world and got fooled by such a thing."

I couldn't react to his words.

I had known him to be arrogant and egotistical, but I had no idea that he was also a comedian in private, with an imagination that was out of this world.

However, it was clear that Austin meant nothing to him.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud, only to be scolded by Ryan with a glare. "Do you think I'm joking?"

"I didn't mean it that way," I said, shaking my head and trying to sit up.

But I had no strength in my body.

Ryan hummed softly and condescendingly offered to help me up.

I thanked him quietly.

"I didn't come to find you because of Austin. I have nothing to do with him, never have, never will."

Ryan stared at my eyes without speaking, as if to verify the truth.

I calmly let him scrutinize me.

After a moment, he pursed his lips and still looked arrogant. "I guess I didn't make a mistake in judging you. You're a smart person. Since now, you can follow me from now on. I won't let you suffer."

I was surprised, he was accepting me so easily?

"Don't you fear...?"

"Fear what?"

Ryan looked at me, smirking. "You said you had nothing to do with Austin, didn't you?"

I subconsciously nodded, then I realized his meaning and smiled knowingly.