I was truly blessed and fortunate–I recovered well and quickly.
In less than a month, I had the bandages removed and was discharged from the hospital.
There were fewer than thirty days left until the college entrance exam, but the Everhart family’s intention was that I didn’t need to take it–I could go abroad to study directly with them.
Beckett was helping me pack while my dad talked to him with a beaming smile.
This whole thing was quite laughable when you think about it–simps truly have no limits.
Last week, Cassian told me that Delilah had tearfully begged Beckett.
She cried and begged him to help her by pretending to be my boyfriend and pursuing me.
So that Alaric would have no more attachments and give up completely.
Beckett actually came to pretend, and my father didn’t expose him at all, going along with his story and acknowledging it.
Having been rebuffed by the Everhart family multiple times, he was already displeased. If I couldn’t marry into the Everhart family, marrying into the Langdon family would work too.
He probably also had the intention of provoking Alaric.
This dramatic plot was hilarious to me–Delilah was really at her wit’s end, using every desperate move.
But I understood why she didn’t ask Cassian for help.
Because Beckett was a simple–minded fool who would charge into battle for her first at everything.
I didn’t argue or deny it. This was too amusing.
Adding trouble for everyone–before leaving, I didn’t mind one more incident.
Beckett acted quite convincingly. Whenever Alaric came looking, he would argue with him as the “legitimate boyfriend.”
This didn’t pain Alaric–what pained him was my playing deaf and dumb.
I never denied Beckett’s words.
After several times, Alaric became disheartened and stopped coming.
But Beckett was really annoying. Even though I barely paid attention to him, he insisted on bothering me.
Remembering the past, I turned to ordering him to buy various things, keeping him busy every moment.
After Beckett left, Cassian would mockingly ask me how long I planned to fool this idiot, warning me to be careful that Beckett might get angry and beat me up when he couldn’t keep up the act.
I glanced at him, thinking this person was really two–faced.
Once when I was walking around the hospital, I caught them talking in a deserted corner and eavesdropped.
Cassian: “Are you pretending or did you actually start liking her? Can’t you see that woman is deliberately playing you, always making you go buy things?”
Beckett got agitated: “Of course I’m acting! How could I possibly like her!”
Cassian sneered: “Better be so. You think I don’t know–when Peter confessed to her back then, why didn’t Alaric beat him up, but you had to?”
Dogs biting dogs, fur everywhere. I now felt these four probably had eight group chats behind the scenes, yet they called themselves a quartet.
After discharge, I simply holed up in my room, going nowhere and refusing all visitors.
A few days later, there was a party hosted by the Everhart family. Alaric came during the day with a dress, knocking on my door.
My dad made him wait for a while before bringing him upstairs to see me.
Alaric’s tone was pleading: “Selene, this was custom–made according to your measurements, in the style you used to love most. Will you take a look?”
Alaric thought he would be rejected again, but I actually looked up: “Let me see it.”
Alaric was overjoyed and hurriedly presented the dress.
I didn’t take it, asking him: “When does the party start?”
In the evening, when the party began, Alaric carefully slowed his pace, frequently looking back at me.
His eyes showed genuine appreciation and admiration: “Selene is so beautiful…”
I had no expression on my face, but rarely responded with a sentence.
“Yes, I am indeed very beautiful.”
This party was hosted by the Everhart family for the new heir of another direct branch of the main family from San Francisco, as a welcome gathering.
It was said that the San Francisco Everhart family had even more powerful influence and background than Alaric’s family, so Mr. and Mrs. Everhart had arrived early, putting on eager smiles.
The quartet naturally came too.
When Delilah glanced at me, that pretty face couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.
I stood beside Alaric and smiled slightly at her.
When Cassian and Beckett saw me, their eyes simultaneously flashed with amazement.
Cassian straightened up slightly, while Beckett directly approached Alaric with questions, angrily asking what he meant.
“Alaric! Don’t you know she’s my girlfriend now?”
“She could never be your girlfriend! Selene just has amnesia, but she still likes me!”
Alaric sneered: “Beckett, did she even glance at all those things you sent? She only wore the dress I gave her.”
I listened to their meaningless argument about my ownership.
Suddenly I heard commotion ahead–the main character had appeared.
The distinguished figure, protected by layers of bodyguards, slowly walked over to greet Alaric’s family.
Finally, she’s here.
I looked at the graceful silhouette surrounded by the crowd.
This was the first time I’d seen Alaric’s father so attentive: “Vivienne, since you’ve finally come to New York, you must stay for a while.”
She was a very beautiful and alluring young woman, and also the only woman among all the women in dresses who didn’t need to wear a dress.
She didn’t need a male companion either–she naturally had a circle of people surrounding her, flattering and fawning.
Is this what power feels like? How wonderful.
Alaric pulled me over to greet her: “Cousin.”
Vivienne Everhart’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at me.
Alaric hurriedly introduced me to her: “This is Selene, she’s my… fiancée.”
His parents‘ expressions changed, but they didn’t say anything in front of everyone.
Those three people had various expressions, none looking too pleased.
“So this is my sister–in–law.” Vivienne stared at me, smiling as she extended her hand.
I gripped her hand tightly, my tone serious.
“I’ve long admired your reputation, President Everhart.”
We’ve made contact.
This wasn’t our first meeting.
Two years ago when I “ran away from home,” I dialed the number my mother had left me.
The company where she worked had recently undergone high–level changes–the chairman had died, and a new heir took over.
Vivienne found me.
The first time I saw her, I knew she could help me.
