No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 335

The man didn't run this time. Instead, he just stood there, waiting for me with a direct gaze.

"Do you know me?" I walked up to him and asked straight away.

"No, I don't."

I took a good look at him. He was the kind of guy who might not knock you off your feet at first glance, but the more you looked, the more attractive he became. Plus, he had a fair complexion.

He was dressed differently today, not in the hoodie from yesterday but in a light blue T-shirt, making him look all neat and tidy.

"Seems like we've run into each other a bit too often from yesterday till today," I hinted subtly at his lie.

"We really don't know each other, but you look a lot like someone I know," he said, and I couldn't help but laugh. That line was as old as the hills.

He seemed to catch the mockery in my laughter, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "I'm serious. I have a photo."

With that, he pulled out his smartphone, tapped it a few times, and held it up for me to see. As my gaze shifted from his face to the phone, I was genuinely taken aback.

The photo showed a girl with her hair tied in a bun, beaming a radiant smile. The resemblance between her face and mine was striking, about eighty percent similar. The biggest difference was probably a small mole near the girl's eye.

I stared at the photo for a while before looking back at him. "She does look a lot like me, but I don't know her."

"I know," the man pocketed his phone, his voice a bit somber.

"So, why are you following me?" I glanced down at his feet, noticing he was wearing sneakers, not dress shoes.

The man fell silent.

I thought he felt guilty and said straightforwardly, "Following me around like this could be considered stalking. I could call the police."

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at me. "I meant no harm."

"Even with no ill intentions, as a man following me, it makes me feel frightened and uneasy, you get that?" My tone was reminiscent of how I usually reprimand my subordinates.

"I'm sorry," the man lowered his head slightly.

"You don't seem like a bad person. Let's just forget the encounters from yesterday and today happened, and I won't pursue it any further. But let this be the last time," I warned him.

He remained silent, and I turned to leave.

"What's her illness, if you don't mind me asking?" I ventured.

Mack was shrouded in a veil of sadness. "It's not an illness. It was an accident, a car crash, a year ago."

His words were disjointed, but I understood perfectly, feeling a pang of sympathy. "Was the accident your fault?"

Mack's head hung even lower, and he softly confirmed it.

I began to grasp his sadness, his grief, and why he had been following me.

He must be longing for the days when his mentor was alive, active, and laughing, which is why he saw her in me.

I didn't know how to comfort him, but recalling his words, I asked, "So your mentor... she won't wake up?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said she wouldn't be around much longer.

"Yeah, she's only being kept alive by life support now," his words brought a wave of sorrow over me.