Chapter 215 An Unpleasant Reunion
Kaelen let out a big sigh of relief, trying to put as much space as he could between himself and Trinity. That little run-in, even though it was short, had really rattled him. He thought, 'It is kind of funny how a guy can be too charming for his own good.'
"Getting chased by women twice my age," he muttered, "What a nightmare."
Shaking off the memory, he focused on the figures of Nicholas and Willow coming his way. When he saw Willow, his jaw practically hit the floor.
He remembered her from a quick meeting two years ago. Back then, she was just a pretty girl. But now? She was stunning. Time had only made her more beautiful, turning her from a girl into a captivating young woman.
"Twenty," he thought, "the perfect age." Willow had this glow, this energy that made the actresses chasing him look dull. She was like a diamond, shining with youth, confidence, and a quiet elegance.
Her outfit was different, but it caught his eye. It was clearly high-end, the fabric was top-notch, but the style was something he hadn't seen before. It made her look even more graceful, almost like royalty.
He thought, 'The women of the Link Family are in a league of their own.' He couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Willow's beauty, her background, her whole presence, it all pulled him in. She was a prize, a woman worthy of even someone like him.
"Nicholas, this must be Willow," he said, stepping forward with his usual charm, flashing a dazzling smile. He knew he was good-looking, and it was a big part of his appeal.
"Willow, this is Kaelen," Nicholas said, giving his sister a playful nudge. "What do you think? Quite the catch, huh?"
Willow looked at Kaelen, her face giving nothing away. She couldn't deny he was attractive. If she hadn't done her homework on him, she might have even found him charming. But she knew about his many flings, the hearts he'd broken, and his not-so-great reputation among the city's elite. She found him repulsive, his charm just a thin cover for a pretty nasty character.
"Willow, do you remember me?" Kaelen asked confidently. "Two years ago, I visited your home, and we met. We were both very young then."
"I don't think we've met," she said coolly, clearly dismissing him. "I'm terrible with faces. I'd make a lousy detective."
Kaelen's smile wavered, thrown off by her lack of recognition. He quickly recovered, thinking she was just shy. "Your outfit," he said, trying to steer the conversation back, "it's quite striking. Something from abroad, maybe?"
Willow stiffened at his casual dismissal of her culture. "It's a traditional design," she said coldly, "from our country." Kaelen's image, already not great in her eyes, took another hit.
Nicholas, sensing the tension, jumped in with a nervous laugh. "It's just fashion, Kaelen. Don't overthink it. Willow, I did suggest you wear something more conventional."
"My bad, Willow," Kaelen mumbled, his face turning red. "A misunderstanding on my part." He was never good at handling rejection, especially not from a woman he found as desirable as Willow.
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