Looking at Sofia’s happy face, I had a lot to say but couldn’t get the words out. After a while, I finally managed to say, "Congrats." "Could you co with for prenatal check-ups later? I haven’t been to the hospital since I found out I was pregnant. I heard we need to set up a dical record there." Sofia excitedly discussed her pregnancy, but all I could think about were romantic scenes involving Ian and another woman. If I told Sofia the truth now, there could only be two possible outcos. First, she’d be furious and heartbroken, choose to have an abortion and break up with Ian. Second, she’d choose to forgive Ian, either due to her feelings for him or because of the baby Either way, Sofia would get hurt, bad "Sure. Just let know a day in advance." I was a little upset and agreed casually before getting up to leave. "You rest up. I’ve got stuff to do." Sofia didn’t want to leave, "You’re leaving after just ten minutes?" "Sofia, don’t tell Ian about your pregnancy yet. Let’s get our friends together and surprise him, okay?" I thought for a mont then suggested. Without any hesitation, Sofia agreed, "Sure! I’ll set the ti and let you know!" I made an "OK" gesture and quickly left Sofia’s ho. Back in the car, it took a while to calm down. Luna, Clara, and Sofia are like sisters to . They’re as important as my family. I can’t stand anyone hurting them. Just as I was about to leave, Ian’s car appeared not far away. He got out of the car with a white bag in his hand, looking sowhat hurried. "Ian!" I shouted.
Seeing , Ian was surprised at first, then ca over to greet , "Eliana, are you here for Sofia?" Ian was actually a decent guy. Although he’s not as well-off as Sofia, he’s a good fit for her and was very well-mannered.
"Yeah. Weren’t you at work? Why are you back?" I asked. "Isn’t it almost lunchti? I was worried Sofia wouldn’t want to cook for herself, and takeout isn’t healthy, so I ca back to make her sothing. Want to join us?" Ian lifted the bag in his hand, "I just bought so ingredients." I was stunned. From Ian’s smiling face, I couldn’t detect any hint of insincerity. He seed to genuinely care about Sofia. How could such a man be dating two won at the sa ti? I didn’t know what I was feeling. I forced a smile, shook my head and said, "Maybe next ti. I have things to do. Goodbye." "Alright." Ian waved at . As I drove away, I started to doubt if true love really exists in this world. I once firmly believed that Damon truly loved Ariel, but I died too early in my past life and didn’t get the chance to see how their story ended. What happened after they got together? One year, two years, three years, ten years, twenty years later? Could Damon’s love for Ariel last a lifeti? Was it possible that they were indeed deeply in love at first, but as ti went by, they gradually lost the passion of love and beca like most couples, strangers filled with contradictions? With these confused thoughts, I aimlessly drove around the streets and ended up at the coffee shop. Ariel no longer worked there, so there was no point in coming, but I still walked in and ordered a black coffee. Holding the warm coffee cup, I quietly looked at the busy street outside the window, replaying everything that had happened since I was reincarnated. It seed like everything was as I expected, but I felt like I was slowly losing control. At this mont, a black Bentley pulled up outside the cafe. Damon got out of the car and made eye contact with inside the cafe. He told his driver to leave first, then walked into the cafe. He also ordered a black coffee when he passed by the bar. Black coffee was Damon’s favorite. From the mont I t him to now, his taste has never changed. Whether studying or working, black coffee always helped him stay alert.
"What are you doing here drinking coffee?" Damon asked as he sat across from . He was wearing a gray-white turtleneck sweater with a black long coat over it. He looked quite attractive. Since he walked in, several young female waitresses had been staring at him, so even secretly taking pictures of him with their phones. "I just happened to pass by and felt like having a coffee, so I ca in." I replied indifferently. Damon gave a slight smile. The waitress brought him his black coffee. We just sat there, quietly drinking our coffee together. "If I hadn’t t you, I probably wouldn’t have liked such bitter coffee," I said suddenly, filled with emotion. "Hmm?" Damon seed to be waiting for to continue. "Before I t you, I only liked sweets and fruit juice. But then I noticed that you seed to really like black coffee, so I tried it. I thought if we had the sa taste, we’d get closer and have more to talk about." I recalled those innocent days, smiling, "I even imitated your dressing style, hoping it would make us a better match." Damon looked calm. didn’t seem to have moved him. I sighed, "It took ten years to realize that you can’t force feelings." "Do you regret?" Damon asked. This was the first ti we had such a conversation. "If you had chosen soone else, you might not have wasted these ten years." "What’s there to regret?" I replied with a sense of relief, "During the process of liking you, I experienced happiness, anticipation, and the feeling that the whole world is exceptionally beautiful because of one person. In the end, I even learned how to let go. Isn’t that invaluable?" Suddenly, I thought of a question, "Do you feel the sa way about the university girl you’re pursuing? That feeling of loving soone." The harmonious atmosphere was instantly shattered by my question. Damon’s eyes cooled a bit, "No." He shouldn’t have responded like that! I was baffled for a few seconds, but then it clicked. Maybe it’s just not ti yet. As a player in this, Damon certainly couldn’t see things as clearly as I did from the sidelines.
I changed the subject, "Hey, your dad wants to work at your company. I think it’s a good idea. Could you help land a job there?" "You want to work at Coleman Co.?" Damon frowned. "Yeah, is there a problem? Can’t I?" I asked deliberately. Either way, I didn’t give a hoot. I just thought Jones made a lot of sense. I indeed need to find sothing to keep myself occupied. "What position do you want?" Damon didn’t reject outright but asked instead. I pondered for a while, "Anything but a low-level drudge or a runaround would do. I need to learn sothing from the job, after all."
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