In a love story, that scene would have been the most beautiful confession. But when it came to Alastair, it turned into something almost terrifying.
What kind of good person faints in the middle of confessing? I nearly called a doctor in panic
The doctor at the villa examined him and said, "It's nothing serious, just weak from overdrinking and an emotional shock. He fainted."
Since I was present at the time and likely the "culprit," my mom threw the responsibility of taking care of Alastair on me. "You must have bullied Alastair and made him pass out."
I protested, "Who made him faint…?"
But all the reasons for Alastair's fainting were connected to me, so I willingly took care of him.
Alastair slowly woke up, holding my hand and refusing to let go. He wouldn't close his eyes again. He whispered, "Paisley, I'm afraid I'm dreaming."
"You're not dreaming."
I leaned down and kissed him. "Be good."
After coaxing him back to sleep, I stood up and saw Alastair's mother, Londyn, standing by the door with a complicated expression. I had no idea how much she had seen.
It was a bit awkward being caught by an elder. "Well, this is awkward... Hi, Londyn."
She waved her hand. "Come here."
I thought she would scold me. Whether it was the "lost opportunity" Alastair mentioned or his recent changes and mood, she probably thought it had all to do with me.
Londyn was sharp, and she probably had already guessed everything.
"Paisley."
Alastair's mother gently took my hand. "You've always been so bright and charming, no one, whether adults or children, dislikes you. I often think how wonderful it would be if I had a daughter like you."
"Alastair has always been quiet, if not for you, I don't even know what he'd have turned out like."
"I'm really happy that you two are together. I just worry that you're being wronged."
"No."
I smiled and reassured her, "I'm not wronged, I truly like Alastair, that's why I'm with him."
"That's good, that's good."
Alastair's mother kept nodding.
"By the way, Auntie, I need to thank you for the chocolate and the book you brought me last time. I had been searching for that book for so long."
"Book? Which one?"
Auntie's confusion seemed genuine, and for a moment, I was stunned. Another thought flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"It's nothing, maybe I just remembered it wrong."
If that book wasn't from Alastair's mother, then it must have been Alastair who found it. It was hard to come by, and he must have put in a lot of effort.
Perhaps he had planned to give it to me at another time but couldn't wait when he saw my social media post. In the end, he rushed over, still trying to act all casual.
I couldn't help but laugh and gently brushed my fingers across his soft, sleeping face. "You're such a closet flirt."
Alastair, the shy but cocky guy, couldn't wait to pack all his belongings and moved into the master bedroom.
However, my routine hadn't quite returned to my previous schedule of sleeping at 10 PM and waking up at 7 AM. Because… Alastair's sleep schedule, where he stayed up until 10 PM, completely disrupted mine, and it was now impossible to get it back on track. I couldn't help but push him. "You just recovered from being sick, you're still weak—rest for a bit!"
"No."
Alastair refused and physically demonstrated his stubbornness.
Frida gradually grew resentful. "I miss the days when you hadn't posted that damn social media update." I... I probably missed it too.
"What do you miss?"
The man beside me squinted and leaned in closer, taking the opportunity to ask for some comfort. "Do you regret it?"
"How dare I? My back still hurts." I gave him a random pat. "I won't regret it."
I casually asked, "When exactly did you start liking me?"
Alastair grinned mysteriously, "Take a guess."
I asked him several times, but he never gave me a direct answer, so I gave up and switched to another question. "We promised to travel together after high school graduation. Why did you go somewhere else and cut ties with me?"
This was clearly a question that should have made me angry, but Alastair's face suddenly darkened. "What do you think?" he retorted.
I racked my brain, glancing at Alastair's face, and began to ponder, "Was it because a handsome guy confessed to me after graduation and I accepted?"
Alastair suddenly froze, like a stone thrown into a cold, snowy mountain, icy and stiff.
"So you were jealous?" I muttered to myself as I absentmindedly patted him to soothe him.
Uh... I wasn't sure where I'd touched, but it seemed the sensation was shifting. Alastair turned over, his eyes cold and dangerous. "Are you doing this on purpose?" I quickly defended myself. "It was unintentional." Of course, my defense didn't work, and I still missed Frida's invitation tonight.
