Chapter 6

I must have called Felix over a dozen times.

He didn't answer any of them and eventually blocked my number.

He was terrible at socializing, a pure academic at heart.

In our last life, to grab some shares from Debra's father's company, I asked Felix to cozy up to people from pharmaceutical firms.

He did it without a single word of complaint.

I never once considered how he, a professor at a prestigious university who was always so lofty and proud, stooped to begging those people for help.

I vividly remembered one incident from the past.

I'd clinched a deal, got drunk, and called him to pick me up.

The private room was filled with important figures.

Lounging on the sofa, I watched the white figure shuffle towards me and called him over with a whistle, as if coaxing a dog.

Felix, a highly respected medical professor who'd never bowed to anyone, was being mocked by me in public. I must have felt so smug back then.

Everyone thought he'd storm out in anger.

But what did Felix do?

He approached me, gracefully squatted down, held my ankle, and put my dangling heels on me.

Then, he glanced up at me, his handsome face like a work of art.

"It's getting cold at night. Don't catch a chill.

"Amy."