The Love that Never Really Dies

Aunt Kelly was right! “It’s alright. I’ve already booked the flight.” She hesitated and then made a request, “If you have the time, could you send me to the airport later?” Sebastian frowned slightly. He took a glance at his watch and agreed nevertheless. “Alright, I’ll fetch you after I finish my work.” Xandra nodded in satisfaction. Kelly was right in saying that she should treat a man as if she were flying a kite. If she constantly pulled the string taut, it would eventually snap. Likewise, a man would only feel suffocated and try to break free from her. Thus, she made up her mind to let the string loose sometimes, allowing the kite to fly. This way, only would the man willingly stay by her side. In the meantime, Sasha finally got to meet Solomon in a café.

“Solomon, I’m sorry for asking you out all of a sudden. I hope I didn’t cause you any inconvenience.” Sasha felt sorry because Solomon, the young man with gold-rimmed glasses, was already waiting for her at a table by the window by the time she arrived. “It’s alright. I’m on my lunch break anyway.” Solomon discreetly sized her up. The woman had light makeup on, with a faint reddish tinge on her cheeks so that she would not look that pale. Her full lips looked moist and plump after the application of lipstick. “Thankfully I didn’t disturb you.” Sasha heaved a sigh of relief. Tiny beads of sweat were seen covering her forehead. She took the seat opposite Solomon and was about to call the waiter over when the latter said, “I’ve ordered a Jamaican Blue Mountain for myself and a cup of hot cappuccino for you. You prefer it with sugar and milk, am I right?” “Huh? Y-yes… but I was supposed to treat you to coffee.” Sasha smiled sheepishly when she heard Solomon had already ordered for both of them.

was surprised. “You’ve decided to work?” Avoiding his gaze, Sasha then gave him an excuse to put him off, “Yes. I might need to stay here for a while, so that’s why I’m finding a job. I wonder how much he’s going to pay me?” Fortunately, Solomon was tactful enough not to ask further questions. “I told him that you’ve worked for Clear previously. I suppose your annual salary will be higher than what Clear Hospital offered.” “Is that for real?” Sasha’s eyes brightened. As a famous doctor in Clear Hospital, her annual salary was more than a million. If she was to work at Solomon’s friend’s clinic, perhaps she could negotiate and request an advance payment of six months’ salary. She finally found a glimmer of hope. “Solomon, is it okay if I