Chapter 1989

Spencer continued with a hint of nostalgia in his voice, "I couldn't help but laugh at myself. All this time, I had never considered that she simply wasn't drawn to my looks. It was a hard pill to swallow. I started paying more attention to my appearance, insisting on wearing a pristine white shirt, controlling my facial expressions, and even modulating my voice when I spoke to her. Slowly, she began to notice, often getting lost in thought while discussing our studies."

He chuckled, "She was terrible at concealing her feelings back then. While others sneaked glances, she would openly stare. Thank goodness for my resilience. Anyone else might have felt unnerved."

she asked if I had ever been in love. I was taken aback, my cheeks burning. I admitted I hadn't felt

on. I really wanted to call out to her, but I was afraid to scare her. So, I just stood there for hours until

right about one thing: the one who confesses love first does love less. I was so impulsive then, not thinking of

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