“If it were him, I might be even more anxious. Sending him so many emails over the years must have been a burden to him, right?” Kind people always think about others. “I feel like I’ve been bothering him too much, like a lunatic.”
Summer pondered for a moment and then spoke her mind, “If he liked you, he wouldn’t have waited seven years to retrieve his social media account. Seven years ago, he would have done everything possible to find you. So… you need to be prepared and not continue to deceive yourself.”
“I know.” Agnes smiled in response, but her heart ached as if pricked by needles.
She comforted Summer, “You don’t need to worry about me. I’ve figured it out. You have a shoot tomorrow, so go to bed early.”
“Don’t stay up too late yourself. If you feel uncomfortable, find an outlet. You can always talk to me.”
“I’m not uncomfortable. We haven’t even dated, right?” Agnes masked her sorrow with a smile. “Really, don’t worry about me. We’ve talked about everything we needed to last night. Go get some sleep.”
“Alright, goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Summer decided to give her some private space. She just came to check on her and seeing that Agnes seemed fine, she patted her head gently. “See you tomorrow. Rest early.” Then she turned and left.
As Summer closed the door behind her, Agnes’s smile faded.
She felt inexplicably sad and upset. She reopened the email; there wasn’t a single word that conveyed affection.
There was even a hint of coldness, and she tried hard to find warmth in his indifferent words.
He replied to her email; he could have ignored it completely. So does this mean he has some feelings for her?
Loving someone always feels humbling; she even entertained such ridiculous thoughts.
In the email, he merely told her that he was still alive and explained why he hadn’t logged into his social media account for seven years.
Agnes couldn’t help but think that maybe he didn’t want this heavy feeling to continue. He didn’t want to give her false hope; he didn’t outright reject her because he didn’t want her to be too sad.
His attitude was clear… she should take the hint and stop bothering him.
Even if she really, really liked him.
That night, Agnes’s emotions were incredibly complex. He was alive and well; she should be happy about that.
She quickly put away her sadness and began convincing herself that this was a night worth celebrating.
Because he was alive, and that was more important than anything else, wasn’t it?
Over the years, she hadn’t just been expressing longing and affection; she had also been worried about his safety.
Late at night, Agnes finally logged out of her social media account and shut down her computer.
She climbed into bed with Bubu in her arms. “Sleep with mommy tonight, Bubu.” She turned off the light and gazed out the window while holding her kitten, tears welling up in her eyes and a bittersweet feeling in her heart.
“Bubu, do you know? He’s still alive; he’s safe.” Agnes’s lips curled into a slight smile as tears rolled down and wet her eyes. “I think I can finally put my mind at ease.”
“Bubu, he’s probably married by now.”
“The girl by his side must be very fortunate from past lives’ blessings. She must be beautiful, excellent, and gentle.”
Agnes truly envied that girl.
Meanwhile, the study on the second floor of Fritz Manor was still brightly lit at night.
Rows of rare books were neatly arranged.
Tom Fritz sat at his desk with his social media account still logged in.
He was reading emails, his breathing heavy with tension.
At that moment, his mother entered again. Hearing footsteps, he gently closed his laptop. “Mom, why are you still up so late?”
“Grandma is bringing Lisa back tomorrow. I came to remind you not to be too distant or impolite.”