My Rival: The Twenty-Year-Old Me - Chapter 25

After that day, Alexander Vance never appeared again.

He still occasionally sent me messages.

He meticulously recounted our fifteen years of memories, as if following a map, trying to find all the love and happiness to erase his deviation.

I blocked him.

Life studying abroad was fulfilling, or rather quite challenging.

At thirty-five, rushing to meet deadlines and continuously doing presentations was rather strenuous.

When Benjamin had business in the United States, he would come to see me.

We talked about connections, business, exhibitions, and food.

We didn’t talk about feelings.

Theodore wrote me emails every week, about exams, games, and piano, but never about his father.

I met many people and started taking on business using Sophia’s background.

I returned home six months after the project ended.

Unfortunately, after a brief downturn, Alexander Vance soared again, appointed as the president of the China region.

But his successes or failures no longer concerned me.

When I returned to the apartment, the housekeeper had already cleaned it.

Yet, I found an unsigned letter.

[Eleanor Vance, how are you now? I’ve been studying abroad for over half a year, everything here is so new, and the university professors are quite strict! Alexander Vance has also recovered quite well now.]

I touched the lively handwriting and felt like laughing.

There was a rustling at the door; someone had arrived.

It was the twenty-year-old Alexander Vance.