Rosalind mulled over the sentence repeatedly before finally understanding its meaning.
“So you weren’t drunk?!”
Ulric couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction.
Hadn’t he made it obvious enough? How could she not see his feelings at all?
“Yes, I was completely sober when I knocked on your door that day.”
“But you, you, you have someone you like, don’t you?” Rosalind stammered.
She had seen the interview clip Tilda sent her, where Ulric himself said he was interested in someone!
“Can’t that person be you?”
With those words, Rosalind visibly froze.
What did Ulric mean by this? Was he confessing to her?
“From the very beginning, when I received your text, knocked on your door, and proposed a marriage agreement, it was all carefully considered.”
When he saw Rosalind among the group of people on a business trip, he had already started planning how to get closer to her.
Later, when he received her text message, he guessed that she was probably drunk. Despite hesitating for a few seconds about taking advantage of the situation, he decided to go ahead.
Not being braver in his youth had always been a regret he didn’t want to mention. The opportunity was right in front of him, with perfect timing and circumstances, as if heaven itself had delivered it. Naturally, he had no reason to wait any longer!
Perhaps the best way to pursue her was to seize the moment and make her his.
Seeing Rosalind in a dazed state, Ulric suddenly took her hand.
“Come with me.”
He led Rosalind to the car and drove back to the study at Easthaven Bay. From a neatly arranged stack of middle school textbooks, he found a letter and handed it to her.
Rosalind found it familiar.
Wasn’t this the one she had accidentally discovered earlier… with “0825” written on it?
“What’s this?”
“Open it and see.”
Rosalind gave him a puzzled look before lowering her head to open the envelope.
The first sentence of the letter read,
“Rosalind, my desk mate.”
The letter was old, and the edges of the handwriting were somewhat blurred, but the strong and vigorous script was still recognizable as Ulric’s.
“This letter is for me?”
“Yes, I gave it to you.”
“… But I don’t remember.” No matter how hard Rosalind tried to recall, she couldn’t remember any moments of direct interaction with Ulric.
She only remembered that they rarely even spoke!
Although they were desk mates at the time, she always kept her distance from him. She even prayed that the teacher would rearrange the seating and put her in the back row to avoid the constant chatter of girls pursuing him. They would often ask her to deliver love letters or messages to him and disliked having a plain girl like her sitting next to the school’s heartthrob, making him appear even more handsome and distinguished while making her seem even more dowdy and poor.
“Then you must have forgotten. You even personally returned this envelope to me.”
When Ulric placed the letter in her desk, he spent the entire class feeling anxious. After being called out by classmates to play basketball during recess, he returned to find her holding the letter with a frown before impatiently tossing it onto his desk.
After that incident, they hadn’t spoken another word. Whenever class ended, Ulric would be the first to leave for the playground.
“I probably didn’t know it was from you,” Rosalind thought for a moment. That seemed like the only possibility. “At that time, there were so many love letters for you cluttering my desk that I…”
“So you thought this one was just another love letter from someone else?”