After the Eight Years of Love I Gave Up
Chapter 65

Love Story6 Chapter 14

I imagined Darius would be very happy.

But I never thought that a man in his late twenties, a group CEO who had taken over the family business and achieved remarkable success, would be as happy as a child the moment he received my call.

My friend looked at me with a smile: "Everly, are you happy?"

I nodded, "I think... he is very happy."

"See, you're happy, Darius is even happier, so isn't that perfect?"

My friend said, and then suddenly couldn't help laughing: "Now, just thinking about how unhappy Cassius will be in the future makes me ecstatic."

"Not necessarily, he might already have someone new to accompany him."

I smiled faintly, "Let's not mention him anymore in the future."

At this moment, I could actually say such words so calmly.

It seemed that person really had nothing to do with me anymore.

When Darius's car arrived downstairs, I had just come out of the bar.

He stood in the night breeze, opening his arms to me.

I stopped and looked at him. I had to admit, he was really handsome.

Every part of him fit my aesthetic preferences.

Men can like countless women at the same time, even have affairs without breaking up.

Seamless transitions aren't even considered a flaw.

So naturally, there's nothing wrong with me starting a new relationship after breaking up.

I walked towards him, and he took big steps towards me.

Amidst the coming and going crowd, Darius and I kissed, oblivious to our surroundings.

His heart was beating so fast.

I touched the back of his neck, it was burning hot.

"Darius, do you have a fever?"

He pressed his forehead against mine, panting, his voice low and deep: "Everly, I don't know what's wrong with me, when I touch you, I just get like this..."

I chuckled lightly, standing on tiptoe to kiss his chin: "Maybe...

it'll get better if we touch more often?"

Darius's ears turned even redder and hotter.

He cupped my face, his gaze burning as he looked at me:

"Everly... what am I to you now?"

I deliberately teased him: "What do you think?"

"A friend with benefits or a boyfriend?"

After asking, he didn't wait for my answer, burying his face in the crook of my neck and saying softly:

"Never mind, don't answer. I don't want to know right now."

My arms gently encircled his waist, pulling him closer: "Really don't want to know? Boyfriend..."