I’m Someone Else

“Hello. We meet again.” Norman was no longer hostile toward Thomas—this time, he greeted Thomas with a friendly smile. Thomas gave Norman a curt nod to acknowledge the man’s presence before making his way to Olivia. Even though Norman was the president of the company that Thomas was working for, and even though Norman was technically his boss’ boss, Thomas didn’t feel the need to please Norman at all.

After all, Norman had left a really bad impression on him after their last two encounters. He had been quick to conclude that Thomas was Olivia’s murderer after hearing what Ophelie said, and he even offended Thomas by offering him money. When Norman saw the icy look on Thomas’ face, he couldn’t help but feel rather embarrassed. However, upon reflecting on his own actions, Norman realized that he was guilty of misunderstanding Thomas twice.

“Are you free tonight? I’d like to buy you a meal. I made a few mistakes in the past, and I’d like to formally apologize to you. We could have a celebration since Olivia’s getting discharged today,” Norman offered after some consideration. It’s rare to see young men nowadays who are as honest and hardworking as Thomas. I’m interested in getting to know him.

Thomas was rather taken aback by the offer. He was about to reject it when Olivia, who was lying on the bed, interrupted their conversation. “Since I’m getting discharged, you’re going to have to drive me home, Thomas. Why don’t you join us for a meal instead of just waiting in the car?” she offered.

Thomas nodded with a rather bitter smile on his face. After Thomas and Norman agreed on a time, Thomas left the hospital and returned to his house. When it was time for dinner, Thomas sent Chloe a text to let her know that he was heading out that night and that he wouldn’t join her for dinner. He reminded her to have her meal and get some rest, and he told her not to worry about him.

Chloe didn’t respond to the message even after a few minutes. She’s probably too busy to check her phone. It’s fine. She’ll see it once she gets off work, he thought. He got to his feet and headed to Pearson Group’s parking lot, where he took the BMW Z4 and drove to the hospital. When Thomas got to the ward, Olivia had already packed most of her items and had already completed the discharge procedures. Thomas trailed behind Norman’s car and drove Olivia over to a villa.

had ever seen in his life. The designer of the place had magically created a fusion of eastern and western-styled themes in the whole place, and the house was luxurious yet elegant. There were splashes of traditional art and furniture in

Norman held his hand out in a gentlemanly manner and gestured for Thomas and Olivia to enter. They headed to the dining area, where all the dishes had already been prepared. Thomas

sincere tone. “I can’t have alcohol yet, but this tea will do the job. This is a toast to you, Thomas. Thank you!” Olivia was still recovering from her injury, so she wasn’t allowed to have alcohol. After her short speech, she finished her tea and beamed at

well. It’s no wonder that she’s known as one of the prettiest girls in Irieson. Even though this isn’t my first time witnessing it, her smile still leaves a really strong impact on me. She’s so beautiful! Felice is a piece of trash

to college, Mr. Clifford?” Norman asked as

Thomas muttered awkwardly. “I didn’t go to college. I enlisted in the army after my

degree. That explains why you’re

daughter a glare. This girl is so immature nowadays! Then, Norman turned to smile at Thomas. “You had the ambition to protect the country even at that young age, huh, Mr.

about it nowadays. The decision to enter the army was a rather abrupt one. Irieson’s University of Technology had offered me to study with them, but I never got a chance to go there in the end.” If the old man hadn’t forced Thomas to abandon his studies and enlist in the army, perhaps Thomas would’ve been a degree-holder and a white-collar worker by now. He could’ve gotten

If the university was the one that offered Thomas to study with them, it

to stare at