Chapter 11: Why Don't We Start Dating?

Later, Dylan excused himself to hurriedly prepare backstage, and the group of classmates teased that without Attorney Matthew there, they wouldn't have had the pleasure of witnessing the campus beauty Ursula's performance.

Ursula pretended that she didn’t hear anything, finding that the once sweet orange segments now tasted unbearably sour in her mouth.

Matthew's birthday coincided with Christmas, so during their school years, Dylan would use the opportunity to foster a friendlier atmosphere among classmates by throwing a party under that pretense, specifically to celebrate Matthew's birthday.

Back then, Matthew's eyes were alight with joy, indulging Dylan in their affection. Amidst their classmates' raucous cheering, they would kiss until breathlessness forced them apart. And there was Ursula in the crowd, watching with a broken heart.

Even after being with this man for three years, she had never seen him smile with the same tenderness he had back then. More often, his eyes displayed a certain detachment, and even in their closest moments, he remained utterly rational.

In a daze, Ursula heard the screams and whistles of her classmates.

Looking up, she saw Dylan shining brightly on stage, wearing a flaming dress and a red rose between his lips, tapping energetically to the applause, his fervor capturing many a man's heart.

Ursula thought to herself, this bold and beautiful Dylan, wasn't he the one best suited for Matthew? Wasn't he the type to win over Matthew's affections?

"Ursula?" Seeing the pallor on her face, Timothy asked with concern in a low voice, "Are you alright? Do you need me to take you to the infirmary?"

Ursula shook her head and suddenly asked Timothy, "Do you still like me, Timothy?"

Without a second's hesitation, Timothy nodded with a smile.
"Yeah, I've always liked you, but I was just afraid you wouldn't think of me if you wanted a boyfriend.”
“Is that so? Then let's go out,” Ursula said, hooking her hand around Timothy's neck to draw him in, her trembling red lips met his. She closed her eyes, her heart seeming to tremble.

Across them, Matthew was gripping his cup tightly, his strength almost enough to crush it, his deep eyes fixed on Ursula, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

On stage, Dylan had just finished dancing, her fiery performance earning applause from the audience.

Holding the microphone tightly, Dylan looked over and breathed heavily before speaking with a smile, “Actually, I have a selfish reason for being here today. I wanted to confess to someone I like.”

Suddenly pointing at Matthew, she declared loudly, “Matthew, I like you, I love you! Can we start over? I want to be your girlfriend and be with you in the right way!”

“Wow, what a confession! Together! Together!”

The crowd cheered, all eyes were on them, clapping and chanting, waiting for the hero's response.

Dylan waited too, full of hope and nervousness.

Amidst the jocular jeers, Matthew slowly stood up, faced Dylan, his lips curved slightly, and his voice, though not loud, carried over the clapping to reach most of the audience: “Okay.”

Dylan was stunned, then she screamed, threw down the microphone, rushed down from the stage, and flung herself into Matthew's arms, tiptoeing up to plant a firm kiss on his lips. The surrounding cheers grew even louder.

Ursula looked away, not wanting to witness the painful scene and mustered all her strength to say to Timothy, “I don't feel well, could you take me home, please?”

“Sure.” Timothy carried her in his arms, and headed straight out.

Once they were away from the commotion, Ursula asked Timothy to put her down.

After a long while, Timothy finally broke the silence: “Ursula, were you serious?"