Chapter 3

Lucas helped me to the couch, then poured me a glass of water. After that, he sat down across from me.

I picked up the glass and took a sip. It was sweet honey water. In an instant, my heart felt as if it had been dipped in honey, and I was secretly happy at how thoughtful he was.

Thinking this, I remembered that jerk Kyle. That guy hadn't even poured me a glass of plain water before.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I had been bottling things up for too long, but I couldn't help but start complaining to Lucas about Kyle's various jerk behaviors.

Actually, I didn't like Kyle that much. Being with him wasn't really my true desire.

But some things, I could only keep to myself, unable to confide in others.

The more I talked, the more upset I felt. Gradually, as the alcohol took effect, I stopped talking about Kyle and turned my chatterbox tendencies towards Lucas instead.

He was the campus celebrity at our school, excelling in all areas - academics, sports, looks - the perfect package. He was always the academic star of the medical school, truly a golden boy.

Back then, most of the girls at our school had a crush on Lucas at some point, and I was just one of the countless grains of rice in that pile of admirers.

I even told him about my secret crush on him in college, how I often went to watch him play basketball. Not content with just that, I boldly complained to him, accusing him of never talking to me back then.

He looked at me helplessly, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something, but my chatter blocked him.

I rambled on, starting to talk about my past 'glorious deeds' of being infatuated with him.

Once, he had a basketball game, and I wanted to get there early to grab a good spot to watch. I was so eager that I skipped breakfast. But halfway through the game, I got so excited that I embarrassingly fainted due to low blood sugar.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in the infirmary. I felt utterly mortified and ran straight back to my dorm, hardly leaving my room for several days after that.

After that, I never had the courage to go watch Lucas play basketball again.

Lucas was about to graduate then and was very busy every day. But I never imagined that the next time we'd meet would be at Kyle's family gathering for relatives.

It was then that I found out Lucas was actually Kyle's cousin.

Seeing him again, I was extremely nervous, but Lucas was particularly cold towards me, sometimes even deliberately ignoring my existence.

I didn't know what I had done to offend him, but I vaguely felt that he didn't like me, and for a long time, I was secretly heartbroken about it.

As I said this, looking at Lucas's attentive expression, I suddenly felt incredibly wronged and couldn't help but start crying.

Lucas panicked immediately. He sat down beside me, awkwardly patting my back to comfort me.

But I felt even more upset and, unable to control myself, suddenly hugged his waist and buried my face in his chest.

His body stiffened for a moment, then he hugged me tightly, as if wanting to meld me into his body. His chin gently nuzzled the top of my head.

"Sarah." He suddenly called my name softly.

"Mm." I responded with a nasal tone.

"Did you really break up with Kyle?" he asked me, his deep, magnetic voice seemingly suppressing some unknown emotion.

"Of course it's true. He introduced his new girlfriend in the group chat today. I have nothing to do with him anymore."

As soon as I finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and tenderly kissed the tears at the corner of my eye.

My face instantly heated up.

Lucas continued kissing me while carrying me to the bedroom. I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck, and he gently covered me...