The Love that Never Really Dies

“I see. Would you like to drop by my place for a while? The weather is freezing today,” offered Sasha, who would swear that she was just making small talk when she made that offer. She never expected him to take up on that offer immediately. “Sure,” replied Solomon, “I happen to have a few law books for you. These are the books you asked me to buy for you earlier. I’ll take them to your place.” Sasha didn’t know how to respond to that. Shoot! I forgot all about this. Is it too late now to tell him that I won’t take the matter to court? In the end, Sasha brought that man to the place she rented.

The season was changing, and winter was right around the corner, so it was actually pretty cold. The place was too old, and both the windows and walls were too thin, so no one felt warmer after Sasha opened the door. In fact, walking into the house made one feel even colder. “I’m so sorry about this. Let me turn the heater on,” said Sasha before she hurried to the heater. Solomon circled around the house absent-mindedly. That was only the second time he went into that house, but he didn’t seem unfamiliar with the place. “Nancy, this place is too old, and it’s not warm enough. Would you like to rent another place?” “Huh? Oh, there’s no need for that. This place is actually pretty good. It’s close to the preschool, so it’s convenient,” replied Sasha, who was busy getting the heater to work. Are you kidding?

foot in this place, so why would I want to move? It’s not like I enjoy being annoyed. It didn’t take Sasha long to set the heater up, but she busied away in the kitchen soon after. What she wasn’t aware of was that as she was busying away and focused on her cooking, her guest in her living room had poured himself a glass of water. He suddenly got up and walked to the kitchen door. The

sensed the burning gaze, but Sasha turned around, looked at him, and uttered those words soon after. Solomon saw how awkward she seemed, so he retracted his gaze unwillingly. “It’s fine. Do you need any help?” “No. You can relax in the living room,” said Sasha without

all he could do was grin wryly before walking down the stairs with her. All in all, he stayed for less than thirty minutes with her. “Mr. George, is Ms. Wand still going to court?” “No, not anymore.” The man who had been smiling gently a moment ago looked distant and cruel inside the car. The name that they used in their conversation was no longer Nancy but Sasha. “Have they patch up?” asked the personal assistant who steeled up after hearing everything. However,