My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 90

After five minutes, I decided to stop waiting and get in the shower instead.

Just as I was about to get up, my phone buzzed.

Gerald: "Mhm. Got it. Miss Lawrence is interested in me. I'm happy."

Me: 「!!!」

This logic doesn't work like that!

Me: "Mr. Lloyd, you know about Sean and me..."

Gerald: "So, if I want to try dating Miss Lawrence…"

Gerald: "Do I need to eliminate Sean first?"

Gerald: "I haven't killed anyone in years, but for Miss Lawrence, I'm willing to come out of retirement."

At the end was a sticker of a masked assassin furiously hacking at a tiny figure.

It was silent. Yet murderous.

I covered my face.

And then, I couldn't hold back—I burst out laughing.

After that blind date, my life returned to its usual routine—

Practicing the pipa at the theater, performing, and then going home.

I never saw that irrelevant man named Sean again.

But… something was different from before.

Gerald: "Feeling unwell."

That day, I had a performance at the theater. After it ended, I returned to the dressing room and saw Gerald's message.

I carefully set my pipa aside and replied: "???"

Gerald: "Maybe it's the medicine. Dizzy, unwell. Need someone to visit me."

I found it amusing. "Do I need to remind you, Mr. Lloyd, that was half a month ago?"

Gerald: "Oh. Failed at faking illness."

Gerald: "I'm outside your theater. Want to meet up?"

My fingers hesitated as I scrolled up.

We hadn't talked a lot, but when I read through our messages, they were all just snippets of daily life.

Honestly, I had thought that after that night, our relationship would be distant.

I never expected that instead of keeping things formal, we had become… well, almost like a real blind date couple.

"It's snowing!" someone in the orchestra suddenly exclaimed.

I turned my head and saw the first snowfall outside the floor-to-ceiling window, fluttering down beautifully.

Smiling, I lowered my head and typed two words: "Alright."

When I hurriedly threw on a cream-colored wool coat and rushed to the theater entrance—

I spotted him from afar.

Amid the falling snow, Gerald stood in a dark gray wool coat, holding a bouquet of roses in front of a silver Cayenne.

With his striking looks and 186cm height, he was attracting quite a few stares.

I ran up, panting. "Weren't you on a business trip? Why are you suddenly here?"

"Because I wanted to see you."

Gerald handed me the roses, his deep and clear voice soft yet firm.

"Dating shouldn't just be about texting. There has to be some real effort too, don't you think?"

His tone was calm, but the words were shocking.

I blinked up at him, dazed. "Huh?"