Falling for My Ex's Friend - Chapter 16

On my way home, I unexpectedly received a call from a friend.

She said she was sorting through old photos and videos.

I laughed and asked if she was getting nostalgic as she got older, and she giggled in agreement.

Suddenly, she turned the conversation to Henry.

John and I had been together for so long that our friends overlapped, and Henry had even attended a friend’s wedding.

But my friend didn’t know about Henry’s pursuit of me.

“Why suddenly ask about Henry?” I entered the bathroom, placed my phone on the sink, tied up my hair, and prepared to remove my makeup.

“Have you ever considered a possibility?”

“What possibility?”

“The possibility that Henry might like you.”

I paused, looking at myself in the mirror. “Why would you think that?”

“When I got married, the wedding company sent me a package of photos from the event, and I hadn’t really looked at them until my husband pointed it out today.” My friend paused and said, “My husband said that in any photo where both you and Henry appear, Henry’s gaze is on you eighty percent of the time.

“Even more frequently than John looks at you.”

“I also found a video. Do you remember your 25th birthday when John invited a lot of friends for a camping trip?”

Of course, I remembered.

It was indeed a memorable birthday. John had secretly contacted our friends to surprise me and celebrate.

Bonfires, tents, fireworks, joyful cheers, and the chaotic cake-smearing battle.

“I never thought about it before, but when I watched the video, I realized Henry’s feelings for you were really apparent.”

My friend sent over the video.

I didn’t quite remember the specifics of the event, only that I was very happy, attacking everyone indiscriminately.

Including Henry.

At that time, I was deeply in love with John, and knowing Henry’s feelings for me, as well as John’s regard for his brother, I always kept a distance from Henry.

But that day was an exception; my emotions were too high, so when Henry passed by, I casually smeared two dollops of cream on his face.

In my friend’s camera, I was smiling brightly.

Henry also smiled, trying to smear cream on my face, but I quickly dodged.

The camera flashed to a scene of me and John playfully fighting.

I no longer loved John, but these memories still held meaning.

Perhaps because the emotions had faded, my gaze finally shifted from John to the corner of the camera where Henry stood.

He was at the edge of the tent, watching me from afar, with a gentle expression unfamiliar to me.

Henry always seemed careless and nonchalant in front of me.

To me, all his emotions and efforts came too easily and inexplicably, making them seem insincere.

I never trusted him.

But in those brief seconds, I seemed to glimpse the genuine feelings hidden beneath his casual demeanor.

He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the cream off his hands.

But the cream on his face was put there by me.

In that chaotic cake battle, I was the only one who smeared cream on his face.

And he ate it all, bit by bit.

I silently tapped my finger and exited the video.

Then I saw the photos my friend sent.

In the beautiful wedding scene, I wore a light bridesmaid dress, affectionately holding my friend’s arm, making playful gestures at the camera.

Not far away, Henry quietly watched me.

Even in the group photo with dozens of people, Henry and I were far apart.

But Henry was just tilting his head, looking in my direction.

Initially, my friend hadn’t invited Henry to the wedding.

Although they were acquaintances, they had only met a few times and weren’t close. Sending an invitation would have seemed like she was just trying to collect a gift.

Henry had proactively expressed his desire to attend because I was a bridesmaid and John was a groomsman.

Henry’s explanation was, “After all, we’re friends, and maybe some good luck will help me find someone special sooner.”

But everyone knew how many admirers Henry had; if he truly wanted to find someone, he wouldn’t need luck. A post on Moments would have countless women lining up for him.

I recalled Henry casually saying that I never focused on him or gave him any chance.

So I couldn’t see his true feelings.