Chapter 316 Writing a Month of Love Letters
"Back in junior year, a guy in our class wrote me a love letter. His writing was actually pretty impressive, quoting all these famous people like he was some romance novelist. But he just wasn't my type, so I ignored him. He didn't give up, though, and kept writing to me for a whole month. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and decided to confront him," Ashley said, chuckling at the memory. "I found him outside the cafeteria with his friends. I don't know where I got the guts, but I shoved all his letters back at him and told him to stop bothering me."
Damian raised an eyebrow, "That guy had bad taste."
Ashley shot him a look, tempted to kick him under the table. "He looked pretty upset and asked me why. I can't remember exactly what I said, probably something about us not being a good match. Then his friends started defending him, saying how great he was and that I should give him a chance."
Damian seemed to be picturing the scene and asked, "And then?"
Ashley grinned, "Then I saw the cafeteria window selling pasta. So I blurted out, 'I'd rather eat pasta until I burst right now than date him.' And then I actually bought three servings."
Damian looked a bit stunned.
Ashley reminisced about those carefree days, her face softening. "At first, I thought I was going to die trying to finish all that pasta. In hindsight, I shouldn't have bragged. But as I ate, I found it more and more delicious, and I even began to love pasta."
He rarely heard about her growing up. She used to mention little things from her school days when she had nothing else to talk about, but he never really paid attention. So, his memory of her past was almost blank.
Who would've thought this tough-talking woman was such a sweet and goofy girl back then?
This thought made Damian want to ruffle her hair and laugh, 'How could you be so silly?'
But instead, he just said in a calm and indifferent tone, "I see."
Ashley shrugged, "Being a kid was great. Even though I did some stupid things, looking back, it was all so pure. I wonder how that boy who wrote me love letters is doing now. Maybe he's successful, married, and has kids."
Damian's mood took a nosedive, "What? Are you still thinking about him?"
'Not really, it's just... everything from my youth has this rose-colored filter on it.' Thinking back now, it made her heart especially soft, "The boys at our school were pretty decent. Thinking about it, he wasn't bad-looking either."
She couldn't quite remember what he looked like.
Damian's face turned cold, "Don't think too highly of him. A lot of guys don't take care of themselves. They start losing hair and gaining weight before they're thirty. He might be a mess now."
Just then, a middle-aged man in a dirty white T-shirt walked into the restaurant. He tossed his baseball cap onto the table, revealing a half-bald head, and shouted, "One pasta, please!"
Ashley immediately imagined her classmate growing up to look like that and shivered in disgust, goosebumps all over.
Damian's lips curled into a slight smile.
When the pasta was served, Ashley took a deep breath. She picked up a fork and stirred the pasta, and a richer aroma wafted out, "It smells so good."
She ate with such grace, twirling the pasta around her fork, blowing on it gently to cool it down, and then taking a bite. She chewed with satisfaction, almost silently.
"So delicious," she said after swallowing.
Just watching her eat was a pleasure, and it piqued Damian's curiosity. Could it really be that good?
Ashley pushed the plate closer to him, "Wanna try? I'll get you another set of utensils."
Damian took her utensils, "Thanks." He said, then forked some pasta into his mouth.
Ashley looked at him expectantly, "Good, right?"
It was like being back in school, with a heart unscathed by growing up, full of beautiful hopes.
Damian couldn't appreciate the pasta from this ordinary restaurant. One bite was enough, "It's okay."
His expression made it clear he wouldn't eat it again.
Ashley secretly bit her lip and smiled. Was it a breakthrough to get Damian to try pasta from an ordinary restaurant?
In the evening, Ashley finally received a call from Hendrix, who immediately yelled, "Where have you been?"
Ashley moved the phone away a bit and rubbed her ear, which was hurting from the loud voice, "Mr. Long, you're injured. Save some energy to heal, will you?"
Hendrix learned that Ashley was still on leave and that she wasn't in Rochester City, which made him both anxious and angry. Didn't she have any sense? Running around alone, wasn't she afraid of encountering Brown's and Robert's people?
Hendrix gritted his teeth, "Ashley, be careful. Brown isn't that kind, and Robert works for Alexander. Although Alexander is still under investigation, his people are everywhere. Crushing you would be as easy as crushing an ant."
Ashley said, "I know, but I'm very safe right now."
After saying that, she paused. She instinctively felt safe with Damian.
But where was Damian? They hadn't seen him since they returned from the scenic spot.
After hanging up, Ashley looked up at the sunset on the mountaintop. The brilliant sunset cast countless golden rays, painting half the sky beautifully. The sunset in the mountains was truly stunning!
Ashley leisurely walked out.
The path wound its way through the hills, a tapestry of wildflowers and grasses. Lush patches were adorned with morning glories, their delicate fragrance weaving a spell over the surroundings.
"Ashley, we've been looking for you for a long time!" Ashley was about to bend down to pick a flower when someone suddenly called out coldly from behind.
She retracted her hand and cursed under her breath, 'damn it, such bad luck?' Hendrix's words were so prophetic! "Who are you?"
Three men approached. The leader wore a black baseball cap, had tattoos on his arms, and had a piece of straw in his mouth.
One of the men behind him was someone she recognized. "Patrick?"
Patrick shrank his head into his shoulders, avoiding her gaze, "Ashley."
The man in the baseball cap spat out the straw and grabbed Patrick by the neck, pulling him forward, "Trying to turn us against each other? You need to have the ability to do that. Thanks to Patrick. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this place."
Patrick's face was stiff, avoiding Ashley's eyes every time they met.
Ashley thought Patrick was probably threatened. "What do you want with me?"
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