Love Does Not Wait ForeverChapter 1
The flight had been rescheduled at the last minute and I returned home dragging my luggage.
I had imagined a warm welcome from my boyfriend, but instead, I found a pair of crumpled lace panties scattered carelessly on the floor.
And there she was, the "good apprentice" I had personally introduced to him, stepping out of my bathroom. She was wrapped in my bath towel.
She shared a room with my boyfriend.
"Your apprentice just borrowed the bathroom. If you’re angry, go vent it elsewhere, but don’t take it out on Mia."
However, as soon as I packed up my belongings and walked out, he clung to me, refusing to let go.
It was because he had been planning to propose to me at a concert in two weeks without even bothering to share anything about it with me.
What he did not know was that by then, it would mark the day I tore apart the pristine image he held so dear.
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The moment I had inserted my key into the door that evening, I realized the door was not locked.
I pushed it open, my brows furrowed in doubt and saw the two pairs of shoes in the entryway.
My heart immediately sank.
One of them was a pair of male shoes and the other was a pair of female shoes.
My eyes glanced at the dining table nearby, where a bright yellow dress was scattered around.
Perched on top of it was a pair of pale white lace panties.
I squinted and stared for a long time before the sound of water running in the bathroom came to a stop.
I looked up and saw a girl walking out from behind the door.
She was wrapped in my towel, her damp hair framing her face like some picture of innocence and allure.
Our eyes met.
A flicker of panic crossed the girl’s face, but she quickly composed herself, the corners of her lips curling into a practiced smile.
"Wasn’t you supposed to perform abroad and return tomorrow, Coach Claire?"
Following her gaze, I realized my left hand was gripping the violin case so tightly that my knuckles had turned pale out of tension.
I set the case on the ground and shook my hand, "I wasn’t used to the food there, so I changed my mind."
Her eyes darted briefly toward her discarded underwear.
"But I didn’t expect you’d show up at my house so early, wearing such pretty clothes, no less," I added, stressing the words “my house” and “pretty” with deliberate emphasis, causing her to let out a soft laugh.