Agnes looked up to meet his gaze and emphasized, “It doesn’t matter who it is. What matters is that there is such a person. Because of his existence, there’s no room in my heart for anyone else. I love him deeply.”
“You two aren’t dating…” Ansel was confident in his judgment. “You’re not together. Just like me, you’re in unrequited love, right?”
The girl’s thoughts were exposed directly by him, and she couldn’t help but frown slightly.
“If you were together, why not introduce him to me?” Ansel wasn’t foolish and asked, “Wouldn’t that be more direct and convincing evidence? It would make me face reality better.”
“I don’t need to provoke you.” Agnes smiled calmly. “I’ve made things clear to you. I hope you won’t be like a fish with a seven-second memory and stop disturbing my life. I don’t want to waste time talking about feelings with you anymore.”
At this moment, Agnes’s phone rang. She thought it was Mr. Johnsons but saw it was from Kitten… Her expression froze slightly, a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes.
It had been several days since they last contacted each other. Seeing this long-missed number warmed her heart, but she quickly realized it wasn’t the right time to answer the call because there was another man in the house.
She didn’t want her beloved to misunderstand, so she neither answered nor hung up but put her phone on silent.
Ansel, holding a bowl of ginger soup, noticed this scene and vaguely had a suspicion.
Agnes put down her phone and turned to look at him. “Ansel, he called me. I didn’t want him to misunderstand, so I didn’t answer. Is this fact clear enough now?” The girl smiled slightly. “It’s this late; it couldn’t be a colleague calling, right? He says goodnight to me every night.”
Ansel smiled bitterly, feeling like he was being pierced by thousands of arrows. Why should the latecomer take precedence? Was it because the former didn’t fight for or grasp the opportunity?
He drank the ginger soup in one gulp. “Agnes, what do you think of me now?” He felt utterly miserable.
“I don’t think much.”
“I can’t understand. I just want to be with the person I like. Is that wrong?” Ansel put down the bowl and sighed. “Why do you hate me so much?”
“Go to bed early. You stay in that room. Don’t think too much about it. I don’t hate you; I’ve always considered you a friend, a family member. But if you keep talking about feelings with me, I might…”
“Might what?”
Their eyes met again as she hesitated and said, “Might distance myself from you.”
“…” Ansel felt her words were bone-chilling.
Agnes’s voice was soft but very clear as she told him, “We might not even be able to be friends anymore. Really, I’m not lying to you. Think about it carefully.” After saying that, she turned and walked towards her room.
Ansel felt she seemed thinner; was she exhausting herself internally just like him?
After returning to her room, Agnes closed the door and looked at the missed call on her phone-a number she knew by heart but lacked the courage to dial back. Her heart was filled with contradictions.
She really wanted to call back but worried Ansel might knock on her door or something. So Agnes restrained her desire to return the call.
Mr. Kitten took the initiative to call her; she didn’t know whether to be happy.
Did he call because she went to Fritz Manor today? Or did he genuinely think of her?
That night, Agnes held her phone and repeatedly browsed through his posts; she couldn’t sleep again. She really loved him and missed him so much…