Chapter 758 Still, I Love You 1
Diana's mind was in chaos.
She couldn't understand what Dwayne meant, nor why he was deliberately getting close to her. She wanted to ask, but before she could, he had already led her out of the car.
The restaurant chosen by the school administration was just a short walk from campus. She and Dwayne had eaten there before, though never in a private room.
Returning to a familiar place carried its own strange weight.
They walked in side by side. Dwayne stood a solid six feet tall, Diana about five-foot-seven. Together, they made a striking pair—his tall, confident frame beside her graceful beauty—and with their shared past, it was only natural for the administrators to tease them.
Diana felt a flicker of discomfort. She gave a small, wry smile. "We were young... and reckless."
Dwayne had been tempered by years in business, his manner easy and confident.
He only smiled faintly. "Not sure if we can patch things up... Diana's still mad at me."
That single remark was enough for the administrators to understand—Dwayne was here for her. The fifty million dollars was all thanks to Diana, so they deliberately seated her beside him. They even made sure she only had soft drinks, joking, "If Dwayne gets drunk, you'd better see him home. Wouldn't want him doing something he'll regret."
Diana opened her mouth to explain their relationship, but under the table, Dwayne's hand closed gently over hers.
It was a warm, steady touch—devoid of flirtation—almost like the quiet affection of an elder.
Her lips trembled, but she said nothing. After a moment, she slid her hand free. Dwayne didn't seem to mind; he poured wine for the administrators himself and drank with them.
The principal was still the same man as years ago. Watching Dwayne now, he sighed. "You've changed a lot."
Feeling a wave of nostalgia, he raised his glass. "What matters is that the feelings are still there. You and Diana... maybe it's time to take things to the next level. She's twenty-five now—no longer the carefree twenty-year-old she once was. Dwayne, it's time you took responsibility."
The words made Diana squirm. She excused herself to the restroom.
Cold water splashed against her face, forcing her to steady her breath.
She stared at her reflection. Twenty-five wasn't old, but she had lost the unguarded lightness of her early twenties. There was a subtle maturity in her eyes now.
Through all these years, she had remained single. She wasn't sure if she had been waiting for someone.
It felt like she had... yet also like she hadn't.
They'd both been in Evergreen City for the past two years, but he had never sought her out. Nor had she.
Even now, she didn't know if he was married—perhaps he and his fiancée already had children. The thought alone made her regret coming here with him.
Maybe it was time to start dating seriously.
The restroom door pushed open from the outside. Dwayne stepped in.
He had drunk two more glasses of wine, a faint flush on his sharp, handsome face, but his eyes were clear. Closing the door behind him, he turned the spacious room into a private space. It was obvious he had something to say.
Bright light filled the room, heightening the sense of intimacy. Her senses sharpened.
He smelled faintly of wine... and fresh tobacco.
Once, he hadn't touched alcohol at all.
Diana watched him in the mirror, taking in the differences from the man she remembered. After a pause, she said quietly, "I want to go home."
She turned to leave, but his hand shot out, catching her slender wrist.
"Don't go."
His voice was low. "It's rare to see you... If I let you walk away now, who knows how long you'll hide again."
Her eyes burned, tears threatening.
So much unsaid, packed into that single sentence.
She still loved him. Serafina had told her that love needed courage, and Diana had always been direct. So she asked, just as plainly, "Are you married? Is there someone else? Do you still love me?"
Dwayne studied her for a long moment, then spoke softly, "I still love you. Very much."
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