Love's Perfect Match

Yelena had no interest in conversing with her jerk of a brother, so she simply rolled her eyes before glaring at him. "Hank put in a
lot of work just to win you over, you know? He even put effort into his relationship with me. Do you think I should tell him about
the date that you're going on?" Hex asked.
"What are you trying to do, Hex?!" Yelena hissed.
"Hey, I'm not trying to do anything. It was just a random comment, that's all." Even though Hex was a big mouth, he could tell his
words had triggered his sister's temper. He was smart enough to take his words back. "Alright, don't be angry. Do you want me to
tell you who your date is?" Hex offered.
"Tell me," Yelena muttered grumpily. "Federick," Hex said. The name rang loud in Yelena's mind. She hadn't heard any news of
Federick in the past five years. Back then, she had ignored Federick's words and was insistent on returning to the country to
search for Hank. After that, she was too afraid to reach out to him, worried that he was mad at her. Just like that, they gradually
lost contact with one another.
How could he be my date? "I bet you didn't expect this, huh? Well, it's time for you to repay some debts. I'm just waiting to enjoy
the show this time," Hex uttered with a tut. For once, Yelena didn't make a snark response—she simply tidied herself up a little
before she headed back to her room. Federick... Yelena didn't necessarily fancy him, but their relationship was rather
complicated.
Upon hearing who her date was, Yelena regretted how compliant she had been with her father's request earlier. I should have
asked him more about it first. Well, it's too late to change my mind at this point, so I have no choice but to shamelessly go ahead
with the plan. Yelena threw herself onto the bed before covering her sheets over her face.
She couldn't avoid the harsh reality forever. About 30 minutes before the date, she forced herself to put on some makeup and a
decent outfit before she headed out with Francis. They arrived at the suggested restaurant, and Yelena spotted a familiar figure
the moment she stepped into the place.
Federick didn't seem to have changed much. He was still the same as before—someone who rarely smiled unless he was
talking. He seemed especially cold and distant as he sat in silence, giving off the aura of an unapproachable man. However,
Yelena knew who Federick was deep down; he was a stubborn and temperamental man who would point his finger and growl at

her if she disagreed with him. He was extremely fierce, but he always had a good point to back his anger up.
Francis had already headed over to greet Federick while Yelena was still caught in her thoughts. "It's been a while, Gus. I think
the last time I saw you was about three years ago," Francis uttered.
Gus beamed as he reached over for a hug. "That's true. We've spent the last few years developing our business overseas, so
we rarely ever came home. I'm not just visiting this time around, though. I'm planning to move back here! We can always head
out for a few drinks," Gus suggested.
"That would be perfect!" Both Francis and Gus were too immersed in their conversation to notice how the two younger
individuals were in a rather awkward state. Neither of them knew what to do in that situation. Francis assumed that Federick and
Yelena were only quiet because their old men were around, so he gave Gus a look. "Hey, Gus. I have some alcohol in my car,
and I think I should bring it over. Do you want to come along with me?"
"Sure, sure. We haven't met for a long while, after all. There's a lot I want to talk to you about," Gus replied. The two old men
continued chatting as they walked off, leaving Yelena and Federick to themselves. The two of them stared at each other without
breaking the silence.
Federick was almost certain that it was going to take a while for Yelena to speak up, so he reached over to have a sip of water
first. Eventually, he was the gentleman who initiated the conversation. "Aren't you a celebrity? It's been a while since I last saw
you, but it looks like you've gained some weight."
Yelena was confused for a while. Is he starting our conversation with such a remark? She forgot all about the tension in the room
earlier, and she no longer hesitated to snap back at him, saying, "Who are you to say that about me? It's been a while, but it
seems like your tongue got sharper."
Federick could already predict her response. When he saw the look of scorn on her face, he felt an oddly familiar and pleasant
sensation in him. "You don't seem like the type to be awkward and restrained. Since when have you ever been nice to me,
anyway?" he replied. Yelena bit her bottom lip as she didn't know what to say for a while.
"I thought you'd be mad at me," she finally said. Federick raised an eyebrow and gazed at her expression for a while. "Tsk. Why
would I be mad at you? I figured you'd live a good life after you returned to the country. I didn't expect that guy to dump you and

leave you in such a miserable situation. What's the point of me being angry at you now?" His words seemed to rub salt into her
wounds.
Even though Yelena had gotten over this whole thing, she still felt rather sorry for herself when Federick brought it up. As such,
she simply lowered her head without saying much. "You're not going to cry, are you?" Federick knew that he had been rather
harsh with his words. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how to.
"No, my eyes are just dry because of the wind." Yelena didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him, so she tried to act tough.
She even rubbed her eyes a little to make it seem as if something had gotten into her eye. Federick figured that she was okay
when he saw the way she was joking around with him, and he let out a sigh under his breath.
"We're indoors," he replied. Yelena knew how unconvincing her lie was, so she didn't seem too embarrassed even after he
exposed her. "You don't know me," she replied. Federick lifted his hand to massage his temples. "Of course. If I knew you any
better, I wouldn't have let you go five years ago," he replied. If I had known that this girl wouldn't find happiness here, and if I had
known that she would be fooled by some other man... I wouldn't have let her come back at all. I thought that she would find
herself a happy ending since she had worked so hard for it.
"I thought that you were a soldier who'd fight for love. I hadn't expected you to be a lapdog with too much courage." His words
were extremely descriptive of her experiences over the past five years, and Yelena felt genuinely hurt by his words at first.
However, after processing his words, she realized that they weren't as harsh as they sounded. If anything, she had gotten
immune to such words. Damn, have I really turned into a lapdog? Federick watched as the woman nodded before shaking her
head. There was a look of distress and bitterness on her face for a while before she let out a sigh. "What is it?" Federick was
confused. Did she lose her mind after getting out of her relationship?
Federick realized how he might have been a little too harsh, so he tried to soften his tone. "I know a famous psychologist, and I
can bring you to her if you don't mind. I'm really terrified by your actions—please stop whatever you're doing."
You're the crazy one here. Your entire family is crazy! Yelena thought.