La burst outughing. "Eric, I didn''t expect you to hide in the closet. Hahaha! You probably haven''t been so embarrassed in your whole life, have you?" Eric blushed. "Yeah."
"Are you that scared of my parents?" La sat down on the bed,ughing.
It was fortunate that the closet happened to be empty and was not too crammed for Eric to hide in.
"I just don''t want any trouble. You are still ill, and you won''t tell your family about it. What am I supposed to say if they see me?" Eric stood in front of her and stared at her. "Have you eaten?"
"Yeah. My parents brought me dinner. There''s still a lot of food, and it''s still warm. You should eat something, too." La stood up and teased, "Eric, you don''t act your age... I''ve never seen a person your age acting like this."
"I guess I''ve been spoiling you. I should have secretly spoken to your mom the moment I found out you were sick. Your mom only needs to find an excuse toe here and she will be able to expose you without betraying me," he deadpanned.
The smile faded from La''s face. "Dream on! If you sell me out, I will know it. Besides, I''m better now so there''s no point in you betraying me."
"I suppose."
"The food is on the table. Go ahead and eat!" La pointed at the dining table.
He nced at it. "You haven''t eaten much."
"I couldn''t eat too much. I guess my stomach has gotten smaller." La sat on the couch and sighed. "I feel like I''m being tortured. It''s been a long time since I''ve been this unlucky."
Eric took out another set of cutleries and chatted with her while eating. "You aren''t unlucky. You are just used to being taken care of."
"You might be right, but why should we make suffering sound like a good thing when it''s not necessary?"
"That''s right! You don''t have to suffer, so why did you move out?" He looked at her. "Move back home once you recover!"
"... I''m not moving back now that I''m out. Don''t worry. If anything happens, I won''t call you."
"That''s not what I''m saying."
"What are you saying, then? Eric just cut to the chase."Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
He lowered his gaze and ate quietly.
"You rejected me because you knew that my parents won''t approve," La said. "You have been very caring, so that hasn''t changed. Eric, you might be scared of them, but I''m not. I can convince them."
"La, wake up." He lost his appetite and set his spoon down. Eric opened his mouth, intending to say many things, but he only muttered, "... you deserve a better man."
"Who''s better? ording to what my parents and brother think, someone my age with great talent and powerful family background is the best man for me?"
"Yes," Eric said. "Listen to your parents. They have your best interest in mind."
"Of course, they have my best
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interest in mind, but they aren''t me, and they don''t know what I want," she said with determination. "All know is want to be with someone that makes me happy. It doesn''t matter if that person is rich or how old he is..."
"You just don''t know a lot of men," Ericmented.
"That''s what my parents said, too, and I listened to them, and I went around meeting other guys, but nothing changed. I can''t rte to those guys Sometimes, I wonder if you all have been reading way too many fairy tales. You think that the princess can''t be happy unless she ends up with a prince, but in reality, people don''t always get so fucky. It''s not easy to find someone you can spend the rest of your life with on the first try. I don''t care about the future; I just care about what I feel right now. I like you now, and I want to marry you. Even if I don''t end up happy, I can always end it and start over. Why won''t any of you let me
make my own mistakes?"
Completely rendered speechless, Eric stared at her and realized that she had changed.
After a while, she said, "You all see me as a child and you always will. Whether I''m five, fifteen, or twenty-five. I know that you all love me, but that''s not the kind of lovel
want. That''s why I moved out, She
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then stood from the couch and
headed into the bedroom,