Before Dylan could explain further, Nancy grabbed his hand and dragged him to the side of the factory. Seeing her suddenly turn into a tigress, he was so scared that his face turned pale.
He is the president of Global Group and she said he was crazy, making him want to resign on the spot.
“Nancy, you…”
“Don't you know there's a problem with your skeleton? What are you doing? What are you doing? Are you trying to make me feel even more guilty?” She turned her head and shouted.
“No, I'm sorry…”
“I don't want to hear you talk.”
Nancy quickly wiped her tear-filled face with her hand, and hurriedly walked back inside. Dylan stopped following her and leaned against the wall, looking up.
The dark clouds gathered again, the sky that was still clear at noon was now covered in a dark color. He sighed in frustration. That woman was like the weather, she seemed to care for him, making him happy, but not long after, she suddenly cursed him like a slap in the face.
Dylan was lost in thought until the phone in his pocket vibrated, then he was startled and bent down. After a brief reply, he hurriedly ran to the parking lot to get his car and rushed out the gate.
After waiting for a long time but not seeing Dylan come back, Nancy climbed onto the machine herself and made the remaining five pairs of shoes. Just then, the bell rang to signal the end of work.
While she was lining up to leave, the team leader came over and called her to the office to meet Cara immediately.
After two knocks, Nancy pushed the door open. Seeing the beautiful female director waiting, she was a little confused, wondering if she had bullied Dylan at noon and now the director called her here to scold her.
“Hello, director, did you call me?” Nancy said in a low voice.
“Dylan asked me to tell you that he had to take Miss Diana home.”
“Oh, yes. Maybe because I was hitchhiking with him this morning, he asked you to tell me so I wouldn't wait.”
“Yes. Maybe so. Okay, you go home.”
Nancy bowed slightly and slowly left the company. Finally, he was gone. Why did he have to send his words through someone else's mouth?
The afternoon rain suddenly poured down, drenching Nancy's whole body. The rain ended a long, hard day and also ended all the lingering feelings between him and her, bringing him back to his new lover.
Even though she told herself not to be hurt, her heart still ached uncontrollably. The rain awakened the passionate love that seemed to be buried inside her. The drops of rain mixed with the tears that fell on the corners of her lips.
The sky darkened. The hastily lit streetlights could not illuminate the dim road. On the street, there was a shadow of a couple sharing an umbrella, they helped each other run home as quickly as possible. Their feet continuously touched the road, causing water to splash.
She missed him, missed the peaceful, happy days of their old love. She still missed his strong arms, his soft, warm lips, and his shoulders that weren't wide but were enough to give her a sense of security and trust to lean on when she was tired.
In the future, he would belong to another girl, not her. What she still retains are only sweet and bitter memories.
She regretted it, she was angry at herself for not ignoring that feeling of guilt and staying with him, even if he brought up the past to criticize her later, it wouldn't matter.
While she was crying because she missed her old love, the car lights flashed behind her and the sound of her name called out, startling her and turning her head. In the misty rain, she saw a familiar tall and thin figure approaching her.
He appeared like a dream. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up again. She hurriedly ran forward and hugged him tightly, her sobs drowning out the sound of the falling rain.
“Dylan… I'm sorry. I love you… whether it was before or now… whether you're Nathan or Dylan, I still love you. What happened in the past…”
“Let me talk.”
Dylan spoke as he pushed her away, his hands tightly holding her fragile shoulders that were trembling from the cold.
“I know everything, Nancy, you left me because you thought about me. You were worried that I thought wrongly about my mother, so you endured it alone without saying anything. It's not your fault. It's because I'm weak, forcing you to sacrifice our feelings.”
“But I almost killed you, I…”
Her words were interrupted by his kiss. The kiss was sweet like ripe summer fruit, very deep and fragrant with a familiar scent that was a bit strange that she had not yet remembered the name of.
After a while, he left her lips, pressing his forehead against hers. His voice was deep and hoarse mixed with the sound of the rain.
“Stupid Nancy, you not only make yourself suffer but also make me suffer. If you feel guilty, love me a little more, stay with me, and make it up to me.”
“I promise.” Nancy nodded vigorously.
“Let's go home, I'm so cold.”
“Oh, I forgot. Hurry up.”
Nancy hurriedly pulled Dylan towards the car. He smiled happily as he looked at his hand intertwined with hers. Although he was angry with Cara for not conveying his words correctly when he saw his fiancée soaked like a drowned rat, he was now secretly grateful to Cara.
He suddenly remembered that thanks to his wrong words, Lyle and Rosalind quickly became a couple, so he secretly thought that maybe he was paying for what he had done.
Because he saw that Nancy was angry, he called and asked Cara to tell Nancy that after work, she should wait at the company for him to come back to pick her up because he had to take Diana to her friend's house. He didn't expect Cara to cut off the beginning and end and only tell the middle part.
Yesterday Diana saw a video of him carrying Nancy on a motorbike and swinging on the road. So this morning, she asked for the address and came here, rented a hotel across from Cara company, then allowed the driver to return to the city, and at noon she asked Dylan to take her out for lunch.
Although Diana had never confessed, Dylan understood her feelings. Not wanting his friend's sister to keep hoping, he decided to meet her and tell her clearly that he only had one image in his heart.
In the afternoon, she called him and asked him to take her to her best friend's house to stay overnight and wait for the driver to come pick her up the next morning.
As soon as they arrived, Nancy urged Dylan to quickly go back to his rented room to shower and change because she was afraid that the cold rainwater would make him sore. Then, after she came out of the bathroom, she saw him move all the blankets, pillows, and suitcases to her house.
“You took a shower too quickly.” She spoke in surprise.
“You went to take a shower without locking the door. What if a stranger broke in? Come here, let me help you dry your hair.” Dylan held the hair dryer in his hand and waited.
Nancy nodded slightly, obediently sitting next to Dylan, feeling the gentleness from the long fingers running through her tangled hair.
Every time she got home, she locked the door carefully, but just now her emotions were so chaotic that she forgot.
“Dylan, I thought you left me and left.”
“No way. When I came here, I decided to take you with me. I can't leave with empty hands. As for Diana, I already told her.”
“Why didn't you tell me directly but let someone else tell me, making me misunderstand you?”
“Because you yelled at me so fiercely that I didn't dare say anything. But when did you buy land?”
“I bought it a few years ago. It was very cheap back then.”
“I heard that the land here is getting hotter, it's very expensive now, right?”
“No, the land near the airport is expensive, this land is near the football field so it's normal.”
Dylan laughed and buried his head in his lover's hair. Finally, she had returned to being the girl he once knew and loved with all his heart. Her way of speaking was a bit like Stephen's, always funny and strange. The scent of his lover's hair made his heart flutter.
His hands gently held her shoulders, turning her to face him. Her eyes, sparkling and calm like the surface of an autumn lake, have made him suffer for more than half his life.
“Ah. I have to cook, I'm so hungry.” She quickly pushed him away and stood up.
Dylan rubbed his forehead a few times and then followed Nancy into the kitchen. He didn't need her to tell him, but he proactively opened the refrigerator, took out the bunch of vegetables and picked the vegetables. While picking the vegetables, he looked at her with resentment. This woman always knew how to make him feel disappointed.