Me After Meeting You

“You ….” Her voice was hoarse and her throat dry. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing you, of course,” he said as if it were to be expected. His voice tended to be cool and chilly, as if he were detached from the natural world. And, as usual, his face was calm and refined, without a hint of embarrassment regardless of the situation.

“It’s time. We can kiss now.” Then, he knelt down on one knee, bent his head, and began sucking on her lips. After Amber’s strenuous exercise, her lips had become a little dry, so he patiently and slowly caressed her lips with his own. Because of his patience and care, it ended up being somewhat touching.

Amber couldn’t clearly identify the emotions that were welling up endlessly from her heart; perhaps she was a little frenetic, and maybe even a little … happy, a kind of sweetness that she couldn’t control.

As she lightly exhaled, Amber pushed him away. “Did your heart beat faster again this time?”

He felt his chest for a moment, and then shook his head. “But shouldn’t we be proceeding to the next step around now anyways?”

When he saw Amber’s confused look, he even smiled a little. “Giving gifts, having dates … don’t couples always kiss in the end?”

Amber was speechless.

‘My goodness, so it was all a trap! Return my sweetness and take this panic back!’

And so she immediately launched a rational discussion. “That’s moving a bit too fast. You still haven’t felt what love is, so it’s not appropriate to act so intimately yet.”

He made an “Oh” sound, and then, with his unusual brand of logic, said, “Then, you kiss me.”

“Why should I kiss you?”

“So that I can fall in love with you more quickly. Don’t they say that a male chasing after a female has to scale a mountain, whereas a female chasing after a male only has to lift a veil?”

… It sounded quite logical when he put it that way.

Trysta’s family called Amber right when she was at a loss for words. Even through the phone, Amber could hear the unusual shrillness in Trysta’s voice.

Amber immediately became serious, and despite her flailing limbs, managed to stand up. “I have to go somewhere right away.”

She didn’t intend to let him tag along because she didn’t know what sort of situation Trysta was in and didn’t want to stimulate him. However, when she turned around, he pulled her back.

“I’ll go with you,” he said. “We’re still on our date.”

Amber … couldn’t think of a rebuttal.

She looked at the hand holding onto her, and then at Ian.

He seemed to be quite serious, and his face was clearly unhappy-his date being interrupted made him feel quite uncomfortable.

Amber suddenly felt an urge to laugh, but she resisted the temptation. “Trysta might cause a big commotion.” She was afraid that it would scare him.

Ian adamantly stated, “Don’t worry. Even if she does go crazy, it won’t frighten me.”

He seemed to have completely forgotten about how badly Elly’s relapse had affected him.

In the first place, Trysta wasn’t very likely to have actually gone crazy. She had a pretty robust mentality, and even if Frank was truly having an affair, she was more likely to be overreacting because of excessive stimulation-calling her “crazy” was most likely an exaggeration.

But Amber really didn’t want to bring Ian with her. Trysta’s pride wouldn’t be able to accept her former idol seeing her in such a disarrayed state.

On the other hand, Mr. Axton wouldn’t be able to accept such an abrupt end to their date either.

Amber thought for a little while and then said, “Send me home, will you?”

If he sent her home, then the date would be over.

As expected, Ian happily agreed and sent her home, but there was a small incident when Amber tried to leave the car. When she went to open the door, he pulled her back into the car.

Amber thought that he still wanted to tag along to the Wilson estate, and she preemptively said, “It’s really not too convenient ….

“Say goodbye and then we’ll kiss.” Having said that, he tilted his lower jaw up, looking at her expectantly.

“….”

She leaned over, quickly kissed his forehead, threw a casual “Bye” at him, and then ran off without looking back.

She didn’t dare look at Ian’s expression after her haphazard farewell, so she didn’t see his shallow smile and pursed lips.

***

Amber was mainly concerned for Trysta, and when she returned home, she grabbed a few common over-the-counter drugs for mental stabilization before taking a taxi to the Yuval household.

Neither the Wilson family nor the Yuval family were lacking in money, so when the two of them had gotten married, both bride and groom each had their own house.

One was the villa where Frank had hosted Trysta’s birthday party, which they occasionally stayed in, and the other was in the city. While the latter wasn’t as big, it was in an optimal location, and was where the couple generally resided after their marriage.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Today, Trysta was staying in the city. As soon as Amber arrived at the building’s front entrance, she could already hear Trysta’s shrill yells. There were quite a number of residents gathered around, looking up at the building as they gossiped wildly.

Amber calmly took the elevator up and knocked on the house’s door. Frank’s aunt opened the door for her. Inside, there were quite a few people sitting in the main living room: Trysta’s parents, two brothers and sisters-in-law, Frank’s parents, her aunt, and Frank himself.

‘So the direct relatives of both families were here.’

Presently, they were sitting far from each other, Trysta’s family members guarding the bedroom door while Frank’s family sat obediently in the living room.

The living room, which had originally been designed to be comforting and relaxing, had become a total mess, destroyed beyond recognition. Trysta herself was in the bedroom, yelling out helplessly.

She wasn’t scolding anyone, but rather howling out her raw anger, despair, and helplessness to the world.

Amber and Trysta were quite good friends, so both families instantly recognized her, causing them to relax. Frank was crumpled up on one side of the living room sofa, but even he couldn’t help but raise his head.

His face was full of scratches, as if a violent beast had clawed him.