The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 262

I was afraid he might squat down to help me put on my shoes, so I shook my head and said, “It’s okay. I’ll just wear these.”

My house slippers were soft and comfortable, and they’d be easy to slip off during the treatment.

“Alright. I suppose it works, since we’ll be in the car most of the time,” Soren remarked.

He held me with one hand while using the other to push open the door, gently reminding me to watch my step and take my time.

No ordinary friend, let alone a male friend, would be this considerate, patient, and gentle in taking care of

someone.

Even though I hadn’t explicitly acknowledged our relationship, his recent actions spoke louder than any words. I was just being stubborn on the surface, but deep down, I knew I couldn’t escape anymore.

Silence settled in the car. Then, as Soren quietly reached over to hold my hand, I turned to look out the window without pulling away.

The thought that he’d liked me since he was a teenager made my heart bubble like a hot spring, overflowing with happiness and shyness.

I couldn’t help but wonder how heartbreaking it would have been for him if Edward and I had gone through with the wedding, making myself permanently unavailable to him.

had said, Edward had unknowingly become my ‘lucky charm.” He may have taken up many of my years, but ended up leading me to

my heart, marveling at how the universe’s whims truly worked

still terrified of the acupuncture treatment when we arrived at

I had just learned about Soren’s feelings for me, I

in his chest, I pretended to be

a chair and sat beside me, holding my

“I’m not scared…”

at me and chuckled. “It’s okay to

from the sheer

through the treatment,

I fumbled in my pocket to see

something might have happened to my grandmother, I quickly answered.

straight to the cemetery tomorrow, or are you coming to Grandma’s place first so we can

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a moment before I suddenly remembered that tomorrow was

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Chapter 262

at my legs, unsure whether to tell the truth.

another needle, causing me to inhale sharply

immediately asked, “What’s wrong, Tay Tay? What are you doing?”