When My First Love Returned, I Ran Away

Chapter 3

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When Blake came out of the shower, I handed him his phone and told him what had just happened.

He took it, stared at the number for a few seconds, then tossed it aside as if it were nothing.

I cautiously asked, "Aren't you going to call her back?"

Blake looked at me, giving a nonchalant smile. "It's nothing important."

My heart, which had been in my throat, finally relaxed. I was so excited for our engagement party the next day.

The next morning, I woke up early and started getting my hair and makeup done.

I had been waiting for this day for a long time.

By the time everything was ready, it was already noon.

When I arrived at the venue, it was already packed.

Relatives, friends, and everyone from our social circle were there.

In the center of the hall, stood Blake, sharp in his suit.

I walked toward him, step by step, toward the man I had loved for six years.

Blake's eyes were full of warmth, gazing back at me.

I can’t remember exactly when I started pursuing Blake.

I only remember the night we officially got together, the bar table covered in empty glasses.

Blake was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by his friends.

His eyes were deep, and he pointed at the drinks on the table, saying, "Drink all these, and I’ll be with you."

My head was hot from the alcohol, and I grabbed a glass, pouring it down my throat.

By the third glass, Blake grabbed my wrist and took the glass away.

Then, amidst the cheers and catcalls of his friends, he pulled me up and led me out of the private room.

He pinned me against the wall in the hallway, his intense gaze fixed on me.

"You like me that much, huh?"

The alcohol was hitting me hard. My eyes were blurry, and I seemed to be processing his words slowly.

After a long moment, I nodded.

He cupped the back of my head, making me tilt my head back to look at him.

I mumbled, "I like… Blake."

As soon as the words left my lips, they were covered by something warm.

When I was about to run out of breath, he let me go.

I gasped, watching his Adam's apple bob.

That night, it felt natural for us to become a couple.

That was one year and three months into my pursuit of Blake.

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