Chapter 13

When Thomas came to pick me up, it was already dark.

He stood silently in front of me, and when I didn’t react, he crouched down.

“Have you eaten?”

After a long silence, I lifted my head.

Thomas met my gaze, his eyes deep-set, and his pupils dark.

Alex must have told him everything.

He also knew that I knew everything.

Even though he showed no expression now, I could tell he was nervous.

After a moment of silence, I reached out my hand: “Thomas, carry me back.”

He looked at me, cautiously.

But he didn’t speak, just shifted direction and lifted me onto his back.

He carried me for a while.

“Am I heavy?” I asked him.

“Not heavy.”

“They say drunk people are the heaviest.”

“How much did you drink?”

“I’m not drunk.”

I lay quietly on his back for a while, then asked, “Have you ever carried her like this?”

I’m lazy, I don’t like walking, and when I’m tired, I love having Thomas carry me.

For some reason, I was afraid, afraid that he had done the same for Amelia.

Thomas stopped, and I heard him swallow, dryly.

“Keep walking,” I said.

“…No.”

My heart eased, but what poured out was bitterness.

“I guessed so; she never mentioned it to me.”

“Bella,” Thomas took a few steps, “I ended things with her four years ago.”

“But you were together for four years.”

“…”

“During those four years, you treated her well.”

Amelia had described her past self as spoiled and willful, yet someone was willing to indulge her endlessly.

I didn’t want to compare myself to her, but my mind was full of comparisons.

“…It’s all in the past.”

I couldn’t help but say, “The day I returned the silk scarf, she told me it was a gift from you during the university recruitment.”

Thomas said nothing.

This was an admission.

“No wonder your reaction was so strange when you saw it,” I sneered, “And that weird-flavored candy, is it your favorite or hers?”

“It’s mine… She doesn’t like that candy at all.”

My nose tingled: “So, she said it on purpose that day.”

“Bella…”

“Thomas, I don’t like that candy either,” I choked, my chin trembling, “But isn’t it true that only those who cry get candy?”

We both knew this candy wasn’t just candy.

In the past, Thomas accommodated Amelia.

Now, I was accommodating Thomas.

I broke down in tears.

Thomas suddenly stopped and put me down.

He wiped my tears, his fingertips scraping my face painfully.

I turned my head: “When did you start contacting her again?”

“We haven’t contacted each other.”

Thomas wanted to hold me, but I pressed his shoulder to keep him away.

His hand paused on my face, saying, “The time on your birthday was the first time I saw her after we ended.”

My nails dug deeply into his shoulder.

But he didn’t even flinch.

“So, did old feelings rekindle?”

“How could they! What exactly did she tell you? Some things aren’t true just because she said them.”

“But you did hide things from me, didn’t you? She can’t decide what’s true, but you can?”

I looked at his face, feeling only unfamiliarity: “You say there’s no rekindling? Let me ask you one thing-when you knew she was going on a blind date, did you go to see her?”

His breath caught, and his grip loosened.

I pushed him away forcefully, gritting my teeth: “Thomas, you both make me feel so stupid.”

“It’s not like that…”

“Then why the hell didn’t you say anything!”