Chapter 25 Caught In The Act

“I’ve only thought to ask after five years have passed, but why did you leave?” Dominic sneered at me.

Maybe because I was rather thick-skinned or maybe because I was feeling nostalgic that night, but I just leaned back in my seat and sighed softly.

“It doesn’t matter where I go. Your memory follows me everywhere.”

I was lost for a long time after the break-up. Thus, I could not think of anything else besides him.

It had happened around graduation season. At that time, everyone in the dorm was busy with their final thesis or job applications. I was the only one who had been wallowing in grief over a heartbreak, so it had been painful trying to get through each day.

 

Tears pricked my eyes as I recalled that time from five years ago. I lowered my head and let my hair hang over my face to hide my sorrow from Dominic.

Dominic looked away and said nothing. I could not tell if he was mad at me or if he, like me, was just lost in his memories.

 

Finally, the car pulled to a stop in front of the mansion, and Calvin was the first to get out. He immediately readied a wheelchair for Dominic. Calvin was a true gentleman, and like a comic book superhero, he was always there whenever he was needed.

I reluctantly got out of the car after Dominic and limped after him. Pain shot through my legs the moment I put my weight on it. I instinctively hopped a few steps, and my legs nearly gave out again.

Fortunately, Calvin was close enough for me to grab onto. Otherwise, I would have toppled to the ground.

Dominic seemed upset by this and said with a sour expression, “Are you an idiot? Why are you prancing around in high heels? Are you doing that on purpose just so you could fall into Calvin’s arms?”

Before I had the chance to retort, Calvin had jumped ten feet away from me as if I had the plague.

Ugh! I wish I could hit Dominic with the pointy end of my heels! I thought to myself angrily.

When we were all safely inside the house, Calvin politely bade Dominic farewell. I looked up at him, wanting to thank him for his help, but he merely threw me a quick glance and turned tail.

I scare

is still a

coffee table. “Yes, I’m not a virgin, and

be provoked. “Yes, I’m happy

must I be punished for this?” I blurted out

twitched. He rolled his wheelchair over to the couch and hoisted himself over. Then, he reached up

for it

What does he even mean by he can be punished

to speak to him anymore and tried to shove him away, but it was as if his chest muscles were made of iron.

you doing? Let me go, or I’ll report you for

police would be more likely to believe it if I were the one

I can’t beat him with words. I

my cheek. It made my skin tingle, and my face flushed red. Luckily, all he did was give me a quick squeeze. Then, he hopped back onto his wheelchair and wheeled himself into

could be heard coming from inside. A memory from long ago suddenly surfaced, and I recalled that he had been

 He was an art major, for crying out loud! How

a Wilderness Survival Club with me. The club had required us to run around a jungle every day. Although it was not as intense as the

forest, and when night fell, the two of us would squeeze into a

and he tossed and turned each night, trying

Survival Club, Dominic had learned to fall asleep

and sweet. The head of our dorm used to call him my “devoted puppy.” He had really adored and spoiled me in those

Dominic so much. Now, he no longer went a day without poking

he even manage to take

“Ah!”

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