Chapter 44: Chapter 51: Just for her, can’t stop loving (2) Chapter 44: Chapter 51: Just for her, can’t stop loving (2) Percy Stanton slowly closes his eyes and whispers softly, “Isabel, look at once, and I will rember you for a lifeti.”
“Even as ti flies, your glance back freezes ti.”
“A year, a year of ti. You used this year to lift the Smith Corporation to new heights, and I used this year to win your heart!”
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Inside the apartnt, after Percy leaves, only Isabel remains, sitting alone in her bedroom.
After a while, Isabel slowly gets up, walks to the bedside cabinet, opens a drawer and takes out a finely crafted Peninsula Iron Box.
It has a small golden lock on it, and she pulls out a key. She unlocks the Peninsula Iron Box to reveal a few scattered cards and five dollars.
She stares at the items for a long while before extending her hand to pick up the cards neatly written with her beautiful handwriting.
—X year X month X day, I lent him five dollars and accidentally glanced at him. In an instant, I understood what it feels like to have feelings for soone. Despite his dismissal, I bought a bicycle, just like his. I checked throughout the whole of Bellshire City but couldn’t find one just like his. I was upset and didn’t eat dinner. Everyone around drives luxury cars, yet I fell in love with a teenager who rides a bicycle.
—X year X month X day, it had been nearly sixty days of missing him before our paths crossed again. I saw him while performing as “Lady Purple Cloud” on stage to catch his attention. He was sitting in the front row, and I saw his appreciation in his eyes. I was disappointed when he ignored and left as soon as the event concluded.
—X year X month X day, I ran into him again, on the day an annoying man, Henry Maxwell, confessed his feelings for . Initially, I was in a bad mood, but as soon as I saw him, the world seed wonderful. That day, I left him first and told him I would want an answer three days later. My Male God, could you lend your lifeti? I hope so.
—X year X month X day, I went shopping with mum and saw him with a beautiful woman. I felt jealous and approached them intentionally. Before I could reach them, I saw the woman raise her hand and pat him on the head, calling him “Little Marion Hancock.” He responded with a “Sister,” and my mood improved. She was his sister. That day, I learned his na, “Little Marion Hancock,” although it sounded odd.
—X year X month X day, I knew he would avoid , so I deliberately waited for him on the road leading to his dormitory. I was upset when he tried to refuse , but I wouldn’t let him, and I kissed him. I was nervous and could hear my heart beating. Unfortunately, Marion Hancock fainted, and I didn’t know until we got to the hospital that he’s allergic to mangoes. I cut my finger while peeling an apple for him, and it hurt a lot. But deep down, I was happy. Though I love mangoes, I decided to stop eating them because he can’t. Even I told dad that eating mangoes makes feel bad.
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