Chapter 584


    No one spoke in the car. Charlize held the roses and stared out the window, deep in thought.


    ncing at her, Charles felt upset. He felt apelling desire to go back and fight Spencer.


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    Charles was nearly a decade older than Charlize and was already studying in elementary school by the


    time thetter was born. He knew he was getting a sibling before she was even born, but he didn''t want


    a little brother, for Justin''s naughty and annoying little brother left a bad impression on him.


    Hence, Charles prayed every day before Charlize was born, hoping his younger sibling would be a girl.


    Then, when he returned home from school one day, his father told him his mother had given birth to a


    girl.


    Overjoyed, he leaped into the air in excitement and was so happy that he didn''t even feel the pain


    when he fell. He still remembered how he gazed at his tiny baby sister through a ss window after


    arriving at the hospital with his father. Charlize was sleeping soundly in the crib, her skin soft and fair,


    completely unlike how Justin''s noisy little brother acted when he was born.


    Charles was the only one who had a little sister within his group of friends. The first thing Charles did


    every day upon reaching home after school was to talk to his baby sister.


    He loved bringing Charlize to Justin''s ce for y dates on weekends after Charlize was old enough


    to walk and run.


    At that point in time, Justin''s little brother was at an annoying age while Charlize had always been


    obedient and adorable since birth. Hence, Justin was incredibly jealous of Charles for having a lovable


    baby sister.


    Charlize, too, loved following Charles around since childhood. In fact, Charles was so worried about


    Charlize during her first day of kindergarten that he took a day off to wait at the entrance of the


    kindergarten, watching over his baby sister. His parents imed that he doted on Charlize too much,


    causing her to get used to relying on him from childhood to adulthood.


    Charles didn''t mind Charlize depending on him since she was his little sister. In his opinion, it was okay


    for girls to show weakness and be vulnerable. Moreover, he was fiercely protective of her and vowed to


    not let anyone harm her.


    More than twenty years passed in the blink of an eye. Charlize slowly became independent after


    attending university and stopped relying on her big brother once she started working. She no longer


    needed his help as much as she did in the past, which actually caused Charles to feel rather upset and


    dispirited.


    As soon as he epted the fact that Charlize had grown to be an independent adult, Spencer


    came into the picture and took her away from him.


    The thought that Charlize would get married someday never urred to Charles after he spent years


    taking Charlize under his wing. He didn''t think it would happen so fast, and he felt horrible upon


    considering that possibility.


    Meanwhile, Charlize had no idea what was going on in her brother''s mind. Instead, she was still


    thinking about Spencer''s words. As far as I remember, the first time I met Spencer was back when I


    just entered university. He was our senior and gave a speech on stage during the opening day. I woke


    upte and rushed to the hall, but I ended up entering through the wrong door and bumped into him. I


    was startled by the cold look on his face as soon as I lifted my head to apologize, but I was surprised


    when he helped me up and asked if I was okay before I could say anything. Honestly, I was prepared to


    be scolded, but surprisingly, he showed concern toward me. I thought he was a nice guy. The second


    time I met him was during a ss. Our lecturer returned home to attend to an urgent matter, and


    Spencer was our substitute teacher for that ss. That day, I just so happened to bete, so I thought I


    had gone to the wrong ssroom when I saw him there. He was wearing a white sweater that day and


    he coldly assured me that I didn''t go to the wrong room. Everyone in the ssughed as I scurried


    into the ssroom in embarrassment. I asked my ssmates and learned he was there as the


    substitute teacher because he was the lecturer''s favorite student, a senior three years older than me.


    Back then, I didn''t have any special feelings for him. He was just a handsome and aloof senior to me. I


    grew up surrounded by attractive men and women, so I didn''t find him that attractive.


    The edges of her lips curved upward faintly. The first time I had feelings for him was during a weekend.


    Instead of returning home, I stayed on campus, which turned out to be a terrible choice because my


    period had just arrived. When I was a child, I loved relying on Charles. However, after I grew up, I


    learned to be independent upon realizing people saw that as a sign of weakness. I disliked asking


    others for help when I was attending university due to what happened in high school. My period pain


    was tormenting that day, but it wasn''t so overwhelming I couldn''t visit the infirmary. However, the


    sweltering weather and the pain were too great for me to endure, and I couldn''t even walk two


    kilometers to the infirmary. Just as I was about to faint, Spencer suddenly appeared. He stood before


    me, aloof as ever, and asked me if I was okay. Usually, I wouldn''t have dared to trouble him, but that


    day, I was in so much pain that I just nodded. Just as my vision blurred and I was about to copse,


    Spencer carried me in his arms, preventing me from falling. Jadeborough in July was like an oven, and


    that day was particrly blistering. The scorching sunlight blurred my vision. I don''t know if anyone


    noticed us when he carried me to the infirmary, but I do remember opening my eyes from time to time


    and seeing the frown on his face. That fateful day, he sent me to the infirmary and kept mepany as


    I received a pain-relief injection before sending me back to my dorm.


    Her heart began racing as she continued recalling every single detail about Spencer in her memories.


    Before I went upstairs, I saw the red stain on his white shirt and his jacket. I wanted to offer him


    compensation, but he left quickly. Hence, I didn''t have a chance to say anything. Later on, when I saw


    Spencer again, he wore the same white shirt and jacket. Although, the spot tainted by my blood had


    already been cleaned. Due to my family background and appearance, I have been at the receiving end


    of many acts of kindness since I was a kid, both genuine and fake. Back when I was in high school, I


    could never figure out if someone was being sincere or not, resulting inplicated and unresolvable


    situations. I''ve never met someone like Spencer before. Despite his aloof and arrogant demeanor, he


    often fed stray cats on campus every week. On rainy days, he would offer me his umbre and didn''t


    mind getting drenched in the rain. When he caught people cheating during exams, he always showed


    leniency and never submitted their names to the lecturer. Even though he looked aloof and


    unapproachable, he would eat the snacks or sweets I shared with him. He seems nice but unfriendly at


    the same time, which is unlike anyone I met before. Despite all that, I still fell for him. That all happened


    during my second year in university, yet Spencer told me he knew me a decade ago. Charles even


    seemed to know what he was talking about...