Chapter 272
“Why are you … here?” Alyssa was caughtby surprise. She looked adorable and innocent with the freckles on her face and a head of messy hair.
Jameson Schmidt had a smile in his eyes as he pressed his lips together.”Can’t I be your suitor?”
Her lips formed a taut line as she struggled to answer his question. He resolved the awkwardness with a gentle smile that made his question sound like a harmless joke.
“May I take a seat?” asked Jamesongentlemanly.
“Please do,” she replied graciously.
Jameson did not look much different from their first encounter. He looked refined and suave, dressed in a striped emerald couture suit and wearing a pair of gold-
rimmed glasses.
“Ms. Taylor, you are rocking a ratheradorable and unique style today.” He squinted.”You don’t have to act in front of me, though. Just be yourself.”
She coughed in awkwardness.”I don’t recall having you as my date. Why are you here?”
“Because I know that you must havewanted to meet me again. I feel the same too.” He took off his glasses and smiled.
“What a suggestive remark!” Alyssathought.
“Well, it’s not a bad idea. I have beencurious about you since our last meeting. I do wish to meet you again.”She cast a sh arp gl ance at him.”Jameson Schmidt.”
His eyes wavered a little, and the hands on his knees trembled out of joy. He whispered,”Lyse, it’s been a while.”
Taken aback, she politely replied, “Yes,
it’s been a while.”
They had gotten along well in their childhood, but those memories were from decades ago. Jameson felt like a stranger to Alyssa when they met again.
She vaguely remembered him as a short, skinny boy with good looks and smooth skin when he was younger. Due to his feminine looks and reserved personality, other kids mocked and ostracized him.
“I was waiting.”He took a deep breathand croaked,”I was waiting for you to recall me.”
Ridden with guilt, she felt as though she had disappointed him.”Were you the one
who chose this café for the blind date?”
“Yeah. I thought you might like it becauseit feels like Heightsnew Villa here.” There was a spark in his eyes.”Do you still recall? We loved playing hide-and-seek in the garden of Heightsnew Villa. You’d hide in the manma de cave every time.”
Hide-and-seek was their favorite childhood game. He could always guess her location every time he closed his eyes. Still, he always pretended to search high and low for her and deliberately avoided looking in the ca ve to satisfy her desire to win.
He enjoyed losing, but only to her.
“Wow, you still remember the details.”She scratched her head, feeling sheepish.
