GoodReadDorothy chewed on that sentence over and over again before finally getting the gist of it.
"So, you weren't drunk?" The absurdity of it all made Everett laugh at himself. Wasn't he clear enough? Could she really not see what was going on in his heart? "Yes. | was completely sober when | knocked on your door that night." "But don't you have someone you like?" Dorothy stammered.
She had seen the interview video Karen had sent her with her own eyes. In the video, Everett admitted that he had feelings for a woman.
"Can't that woman be you?" Dorothy froze on the spot.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWas Everett confessing his feelings for her? "From the very beginning, when | received your text message, knocked on your door, and proposed a marriage agreement, | had planned it all." When he saw Dorothy among a crowd on a business trip, he had already started scheming about how to get close to her.
Then he received her text message and figured she was probably drunk. Despite his hesitation, he decided to seize the opportunity.
Missing his opportunity to be braver when he was young was something he didn't like to mention.
But, on that day, everything aligned. It was as if the universe were giving him a gift. So, when the chance was laid out right in front of him, he had no reason to hesitate anymore.
He decided to start by sweeping her off her feet, then make her his. He thought this was the best way to win her over.
Noticing that Dorothy was in a daze, Everett suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Come with me." He led Dorothy to his car and drove her back to Bay Residence. He went to the study and pulled out a letter from a neatly arranged stack of middle school textbooks.
Dorothy recognized it.
Wasn't this the letter she had accidentally found before? It even had 0825 written on it.
"What is this?" "Open it and see." With a puzzled glance at him, Dorothy tore open the envelope.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe first sentence of the letter read, “Dorothy, my deskmate.” The letter was so old that the edges of the letters were a bit blurry, but the strong, confident strokes were clearly Everett's.
"Is this letter for me?" "Yes, | gave it to you." "But | don't remember.” No matter how hard Dorothy tried, she couldn't recall any instances of interacting with Everett alone.
She even remembered that they rarely spoke to each other.
Despite being deskmates, she always kept her distance from him. She actually wanted the teacher to reshuffle the seating arrangement and put her at the very back of the class. She didn't want to be near him and his crowd of admirers, who were constantly chattering and delivering love letters, asking her to pass these messages to him. She didn't want to feel like a country bumpkin sitting next to the school's heartthrob, making him look even more handsome and esteemed and making her feel even more pathetic and poor.
"You just forgot. This envelope was actually returned to me by you.” When Everett left the letter on her desk back then, he spent the whole class nervously waiting. When he was called out to play basketball after class, he returned to find her holding the letter. Her eyebrows were knitted together as she tossed it back onto his desk impatiently.
From then on, they never spoke again. Everett would always leave the classroom for the playground as soon as class ended.
"I probably didn't know it was from you." Dorothy realized that was the only possible explanation. "There were so many love letters for you at that time. They were all over my desk, so I..." "So, you thought this was another love letter for me from someone else?"
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