If You Want Me

ll being shaken up by her experience, she just kept on telling herself that ever

et her long-time crush to admit her feelings for him. She told herself that even if she g

to meet in a fa

ng beyond handsome, he exuded a nice, approachable aura that

ing the greeting and went straight

i

up just before she f

ing a word, he suddenly stood up, making some utensils on the table drop on the floor. He looked

but the way he was clinging onto his phone

A love confession should not

n feeling like

g at his phone. His face was noticeably be

ake a closer look at Harry Xue, she began to feel tension building up inside of her chest. Sh

? What's happen

Her pupils constricted in an instant and her breath became labored. A cold feeling sp

that

he screen that she didn't even notice that she had knocked down the glass of water on the

e soaked, but s

he camera in some photos, while his handsome profile was shown in so

was staged to take pictures of her, as in all the photos,

ould this b

athe. Who would have taken these picture? Who woul

ou say yo

g shocked by the photos. Though he looked calm and h

ow to respond. The pictures w

ue asked, a hint of pain a

tell him everything

e scared her so much that she was so close to tears. She wonde

who raised his head a little bit and closed

rained from her body in an instant. The phone slid down on the floor with a thud. How

e that she had betrayed him. The disappointment he fe

s she raised her head, she lowered her head again becau

hts were already run

ts. She didn't feel any pain as her fingernails wer

th dead silence. Chilly a

re and innocent. Now that he had discovered she was the opposite, he felt angered. He could not a

ed to decipher what was on Harr

I do?' she thought. How coul

. She didn't know what to

e me... that wa

-ha

that day. But all of a sudden, a sarcastic laug

nfused. She tri

ry,

raised his head, giving her a meani

moment. Harry Xue's gentle appearance contorted into a grimace

the name of the man she had

Consuela at all, but there was still something in his voice. He focused his eyes on her and kept thinking of the photos he had just seen. For years, Consuela had p