Rewriting My Heart's Fate

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Liam was more meticulous than I'd expected. He arrived in a van and said the extra space would make Grandma more comfortable.

The van was high-end, with adjustable seats that would allow her to lie down. He carried Grandma into the car and covered her with a duvet before stepping out.

I couldn't describe the emotions I felt watching him do this. There was gratitude and guilt.

Though he was just a friend, he took such good care of my family. I feared he was offering too much, and 1 had nothing comparable to give him in return

"What's wrong?" Lian gave me a snug look with his arms crossed. "You think I'm so handsome that you're considering being my girlfriend now?

The feeling of gratitude came to an abrupt stop. I stared at him for a few seconds before pointing at his collar. "Don't you feel uncomfortable? Your shirt's on backward Liam was utterly speechless

It was almost 11:00 am by the time we got Grandma to settle into her room. I stepped out of the room after feeding her lunch.

room. There were two days left to the New Year. Wasn't he

glasses of water and handed one to him. "Why are you still here? There are two days

sipped. "I'm not

"Huh?" I was stunned.

strong family values. Despite his parents' complicated relationship, he got along with his father. Though things were strained with his mother, it was clear he

him curiously. "Aren't you going back to spend New Year's Eve with your

Yardville with you and your grandmother for New

each other. For a moment, I couldn't find the

after along pause, "Liam, I can take care of Grandma just

if you're here with me and Grandma instead

and set down his glass. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not staying because of you and your grandmother. It's just that I have some unfinished business with that piece of land I

explanation. Knowing that he had to work even during New Year still

for a moment. "What's left to do with that land? Maybe I can handle it for you

he stood up and paced around the living room. "You're the

pointing at the doors and windows, "shouldn't we decorate for