"Harper, has Bella ever talked to you about ?" Sean asked. "And I believe you know how much I loved her, right?"
"Of course, she’s my best friend. She told everything about you, and I knew my chance to win your heart was ZERO. That’s why I never dared to approach you when Bella was still single. I know you still have a chance with her."
Harper took a deep sigh. She realized she had spoken too much, and her throat felt hoarse. She drank her ocha before looking Sean straight in the eyes.
"However, when I found out Bella decided to accept Tristan’s relentless effort to chase her back together, I told myself to start chasing you back, Sean Spencer! I know you won’t open your heart imdiately, but I’m happy if you know how much I like you and what you an to . This is all I want to tell you for now."
"Harper did—"
Harper interrupted him again, saying, "Please, Sean, don’t answer now. I hope you will be willing to take so ti to think about and what I am to you..." She didn’t want an imdiate answer because she feared he might reject her.
Sean chuckled and looked away. He knew what she wanted but had sothing else to ask.
"I’m sorry if I sound assertive, Sean. That’s who I am, and I hope you will take your ti before deciding your answer," Harper said apologetically.
Sean remained silent.
"Okay, that’s all I want to say, and I won’t say anything else. Thank you for listening to my feelings," Harper continued, lowering her head and feeling embarrassed for the first ti since she had started expressing her feelings to him.
The room beca silent again. They said nothing else, but Sean slowly turned to see her again. A faint smile appeared on his lips, looking at Harper hiding her face.
He could see her confidence fading; she was different from the girl he had seen speak to him a few minutes ago.
Sean silently sighed deeply before saying, "Harper, what I’m trying to ask you is, did Bella know about your feelings toward ?"
Harper was stunned to hear his words. She lifted her head to look him in the eyes, "No... No... I never told her, and she probably doesn’t know about it." She said,
"Why didn’t you tell her? I thought you two were best friends," Sean asked.
He was curious about this and wanted to know Bella’s opinion on whether she knew about Harper’s feelings, even though he had already guessed what Bella might do.
Harper didn’t rush to answer, but she took a deep breath to relieve the tightness in her chest.
"I don’t want to trouble Bella, and also, I don’t want her to be involved. You know how intelligent and cunning she was, right? If she knew, she might do whatever she could to make you positively reciprocate my feelings toward you. She might succeed, but I don’t want that." Harper said bitterly, imagining what Bella could do to help her.
Harper continued, "Sean, you know what? Even though I really like you, and I’m willing to wait until you are ready to open your heart again, I don’t want you to accept because Bella forced you."
Sean agrees with Harper. If Bella insists, he might accept Harper imdiately because he doesn’t have the heart to refuse her.
"Okay, I agree with you. It’s better if Bella doesn’t know about this," Sean said, smiling faintly enough to warm Harper’s heart. This was the first ti she had seen him smile at her, even though his smile was not as obvious and not as gentle as when he smiled at Bella.
Harper stood up from her chair, surprising Sean. He didn’t say anything; he just watched her grab her bag and get ready to leave.
’She left?’ he thought, confused. ’Why? Why did she leave?’
"Sean, I’ve said what I wanted to tell you. I’ll take my leave now. I won’t disturb your nostalgic ti, chatting soldier to soldier with Sam," Harper smiled sincerely at him.
She continues, "Thank you for listening to my feelings toward you without mocking or making down, Sean. You have no idea how much I appreciate it."
Sean could only nod, confused about what to say.
"And, uhm, one more thing. I hope you unblock my phone number. I promise you, I won’t spam text you," she said with a pitiful expression.
Sean’s brow furrowed hearing that. "Unblock? I’m pretty sure I didn’t block your number, Harper."
Harper was shocked. "Really? You didn’t?"
"Yes! I’m positively sure." He asked in confusion. "Who said I blocked your number?"
"No one. But you have my number, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, why don’t you ever reply to my ssages?"
"Oh, that. Yeah. I ignored them. Sorry about that—" Sean said softly.
Harper was left speechless after hearing his honesty. Instantly, she felt like she wanted to disappear.
However,
A mont later, a warm feeling sohow filled her heart again when she realized that Sean had never blocked her phone number. That was good news, right?
Harper smiled at him, saying, "It’s fine if you don’t answer my text ssage, but at least read what I sent you. And I promise I won’t send you as many texts as before..." She slightly nodded and left.
"Wait, Harper..."
"Yes?" Harper halted her step and looked at him. Her heart raced to hear him call her.
"Why are you in a hurry? At least finish your dinner," Sean said. He felt sorry because this girl must have felt so awkward that she decided to leave early.
Sean just realized he didn’t mind if she stayed and talked so more.
"Ah," Suddenly, Harper’s face turned warm again when she heard his words. "I already finished my dinner. Bye, Sean—" she rushed out.
Sean opened his mouth to say sothing, but Harper had vanished from the room.
He sighed deeply while smiling and returned his gaze to her empty plate. Suddenly, he lost his appetite to continue his dinner because his mind was filled with what Harper had said.
Before long,
Sam finally returned and, with an awkward smile, looked at Sean sitting in his seat and playing with his ocha glass.
He cleared his throat to tell Sean about his present. When he saw Sean glance at him, he asked, "Where’s Harper? Did she go to the restroom?"
Sean’s lips curved into a cold smile. He looked back at his empty glass. After Sam sat beside him, he said, "Sam, you can drop your act now. I know what you did."
Sam’s eyebrows furrowed when he heard Sean’s sentence. "I did what? What do you an, man? You, uhm, you confuse ," he answered awkwardly, already guessing Sean’s answer.
"It’s okay, Sam. I know everything," Sean said, glancing at him. He continued, "And you don’t have to feel guilty like that, Sam. I’m totally fine with it. I know you ant well." He patted Sam on the shoulder.
"Oh. Sorry, man, I was trying to help a good friend."
Sean said nothing but filled his glass again with ocha and slowly sipped it.
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