As I invited him in and changed my shoes, I couldn''t help but ask, "Were you able to find something about my background?"


    He paused for a moment, then smiled lightly. "How did you guess so quickly?"


    "How did it go?"


    I was eager to know. Although my parents had passed away many years ago, it was very important to me to know whether I was truly their child.


    He walked over to the sofa, handed me a file, and said helplessly, "Indeed, Bob was talking nonsense. Don''t dwell on this anymore. It would make your parents sad if they knew." Hearing this, I felt my heart settle and began to flip through the file.


    It contained my birth certificate, various medical records from childhood, blood type, date of birth...


    Everything matched up.


    With each thing I checked, my heart felt more at ease.


    I waspletely reassured. I was indeed my parents'' child, and their affection for me was never false.


    "Thank you so much, Jack!"


    I looked at Jack with gratitude. "Have you eaten? There are still some dishes in the fridge. I can..."


    "I''ve already eaten. I had a social event in the evening, which is why I''m here sote."


    He declined my offer and, pretending to be displeased, said, "But, have you noticed that you haven''t kept your promise?"


    "Huh?"


    I didn''t quite understand.


    He smiled. "Didn''t you promise me that you wouldn''t be so distant with me?"


    "I''m sorry..."


    It seemed I had be ustomed to it.


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    Jack''s dark eyes looked at me seriously. "No need to apologize. Just change slowly. Whether we''re friends or something else, I don''t want you to be so formal." "Okay," I agreed with a smile, but then was startled by the faint tenderness in his gaze and quickly averted


    my eyes.


    Fortunately, he chose to end the conversation there. "It''s gettingte. I''ll leave now."


    I quickly got up. "I''ll see you off."


    As we walked towards the entrance, he suddenly asked, "What''s it like when you''re with Frank?"


    I was puzzled. "With him?"


    He scrutinized me. "I feel like you''re different with him.


    "Not really?"


    I found it confusing. "He''s just an ordinary friend."


    Or rather, he might not even be considered a friend.


    The son of the Smith family probably had more friends than he could count, and I was aware of my ce.


    After seeing Jack off, I copsed onto my bed and opened Frank''s social media. I easily found the photo of the little rabbit.


    It was posted three years ago, but he rarely posted, so it was easy to find.


    There was no caption.


    The pink, ugly rabbit piggy bank was ced next to his pillow, bathed in sunlight, giving a sense of peace and tranquility. Just looking at the photo, I could tell how much he cherished it.


    The more I thought about it, the deeper my guilt grew.


    The next day, feeling too embarrassed to hitch a ride with him, I sent him a WhatsApp message and took a taxi to the office.


    He didn''t reply to my message.


    Life suddenly became unusually calm.


    I focused on designing the clothes for Madam Shaw and Madam Smith. Both were modern designs but incorporated different elements ording to their personalities and preferences.


    The night before the engagement between Ryan and Bethany, I slept even better than I had imagined.


    When I woke up, I felt as if I were going to work as usual.


    Dressed casually in a white turtleneck sweater, light blue jeans, and t knee-high boots, I grabbed my bag, went downstairs, and got into Jane''s car.


    It wasn''t until the car slowly stopped in front of the hotel that I btedly realized.


    I was attending my ex-husband''s engagement party.N?velDrama.Org content.


    Attending the engagement party of the man I had mistakenly loved for many years.


    No matter howposed I tried to be, seeing the names "Ryan & Bethany" side by side at the entrance of the banquet hall still made me feel a pang of mncholy.


    Jane nced at the fairy-tale-like, dreamlike decor inside the banquet hall and remarked sarcastically," It''s good to have money. A second marriage is even more grand and ostentatious than a first one."