She raises her hand. “Oh, please. I’m not depressed, but I will surely become one if you come, because everyone knows how healthily you live away from Zo.”
I purse my lips. She continues, her tone softening. “Stay here and live happily. As for me, I’m finding my equilibrium, and I will find it soon.”
Her voice dips even lower.
I want my sister to have the world, not this sadness. If possible, I would go to that man, drag him here, and force him to love her. I know you can’t force anyone to love someone, but with Wen, you don’t even need to. She’s such a sweetheart.
I move forward and pull her into a tight hug.
She groans. “You smell like Zo.” She pulls back, eyes glinting. “I now have one more checkbox in my fantasy list: smelling like him at least for one morning.” She chuckles, but I can hear the ache beneath it.
“Don’t push it off as a joke. I can see the longing in your eyes. Can’t we really do anything?”
Her face falls, she exhales, eyes heavy. “I’ve come to terms with the fact that we can’t have everything. And this is one of those things I can never have.”
“How will you forget him?”
She smiles. This is the hundredth time in the past few days that I’ve seen her sad smile, a kind of smile that never existed in Wen’s world before.
“I’m never going to forget him. I’m just learning to live without him.”
“It was just eleven days. You don’t even know his name. How can you be so madly in love with him? It’s beyond my understanding.”
She chuckles softly. “Eleven days are more than enough when you fall for a villain.”
I look around and clear my throat. “Zoan’s room is not a very good place to have this conversation.”
She grins. “What’s the point of making him your boyfriend if you can’t keep his mouth shut?”
I roll my eyes. “Have you forgotten about his wife, Leo? I can’t believe there exists any information that Zoan knows and Leo doesn’t.”
She pats my shoulder. “It’s time to claim the power of your position. Tell him to choose between you and Leo.”
I nod with determination.
Zoan had already left for the office before I woke up, well, before Wen woke me up, which was at 10 a.m. I guess that guy was too confident about me not leaving, he didn’t even call to check. If I hadn’t known he was watching every second, I would have considered it bad treatment after sex.
I had a farewell breakfast with Wen, and after seeing her off, I roamed around for a few minutes, already missing her. I want to help her, but how can I do that? Feeling too low for my own good, I make a call to the only man who can handle my mood swings.
He picks up instantly. “Zoan.”
“Hmm?”
“Umm… are you busy?”
“No.”
“What are you doing?”
“Discussing something with someone.”
He’s busy. He doesn’t discuss the weather with random people. The discussion must be worth a trillion dollars.
“I just wanted to say… come home early.” The sentence sounds too suggestive.
“Okay.”
“Love you. See you. Bye-bye.”
