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.

Liam sitting on the couch in the living room. There were two days

water and handed one to him. "Why are you still here? There

the glass from me and sipped. "I'm not spending

"Huh?" I was stunned.

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

curiously. "Aren't you going back to spend New

"I'll stay in Yardville with you and your

each other. For a moment, I

after along pause, "Liam, I can take care of Grandma just fine. You should

pressure if you're here with me and Grandma instead of with your family for dinner. It just

sideways glance and set down his glass. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not staying because of you and your grandmother. It's

better after listening to his explanation. Knowing that he had to work even during New Year still

to do with that land? Maybe I can handle

it," Liam said as he stood up and paced around the living room. "You're the big boss behind the

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