Falling for My Ex's Roommate

Chapter 7

Casting large patches of shadows.

I was stunned by the sight.

They say beauty is best viewed under the lamp.

Actually, it's the same for men.

Looking at a handsome guy in the flickering light and shadows certainly creates more atmosphere.

"Lola."

Simon slowly sat up.

He reached out and brushed aside the messy hair by my ear.

Then, cupping my face, he spoke very seriously.

"I wasn't annoyed by you."

"And I didn't give you the cold shoulder."

"Don't take his words to heart."

After Simon finished speaking, he let go of his hands.

He got out of bed and took out a pack of cigarettes, "You sleep."

"What about you?"

He pointed to the balcony, "I'll smoke a cigarette. Go to sleep."

Very timely, I suddenly sneezed.

Simon stopped in his tracks.

I grabbed the sleeve of his pajamas, frowning pitifully, "I think I caught a cold. My head hurts."

Simon looked at me for a while, "Let go first. I'll get you some medicine."

After I took the medicine, I still clung to him and wouldn't let go, "Simon, I'm a bit cold. The blanket is too thin."

But this time Simon pushed my hand away.

"Lola, Zack left a long time ago. You don't need to do this anymore."

"What does this have to do with him?"

Simon laughed self-mockingly, "What were you doing by the river tonight?"

I finally came to my senses.

So the news about a girl jumping into the river that Zack mentioned earlier had made him misunderstand.

He thought I went to the river because I was feeling hopeless and wanted to end my life.

Calling him and coming back to his dorm was deliberately getting back at Zack.

Actually, I know it's normal for him to think this way.

For the past two years, my foster parents from the White family had been pushing me hard.

After the real daughter of the White family was found.

They once wanted to send me back to my birth parents.

Later, probably considering that I still had some value for an arranged marriage, they reluctantly kept me.

So Zack was like a lifeline for me.

I thought since we grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

There would always be some affection between us.

He would save me from the quagmire.

I placed all my hopes on Zack.

But all of this, in others' eyes, was evidence of my obsessive love for him.

Not to mention Simon.

He was Zack's roommate.

How many moments of my "persistent pursuit" had he witnessed?

"Simon..."

I wanted to explain.

But he had already stood up, "Set an alarm and leave early tomorrow morning. Don't let anyone see you."

"After all, this kind of thing isn't good for you girls."

"Simon."

But he didn't stop or look back.

I bit my lip hard, "Then you kissed me so many times tonight."

"And even did that..."

"Are you not going to take responsibility?"

Simon suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned to look at me.

I sat on the bed, my eyes very red, but holding back tears.

"I know you hate me."

"Every time I came here before, you ignored me."

"But thank you for coming to pick me up tonight and taking me in."

"If you really don't want to have anything to do with me anymore, then I'll leave now."

I got up from the bed.

I didn't bother looking for my shoes, just walked towards the door barefoot.

As I passed by Simon with my head down.

I had already silently shed tears all over my face.

"Lola."

Simon grabbed me.

"I said earlier, I don't hate you..."

"Then will you take responsibility?"

I shook off his hand and looked up at him defiantly.

"You kissed me, hugged me."

"And even did that..."

Simon suddenly gripped my chin and kissed me fiercely.

"Lola."

He sucked on my lips, his breathing getting heavier.