Only you in my love

Lydia had been staying at Michelle's house for the past two days, and they slept in the same bed.

Last night, Michelle told Lydia Nina had had been sleeping in this bed. Michelle and Lydia had been talking for a long time before they feel asleep.

But today, Michelle lay in the bed silently, staring at the ceiling as if in a daze. Ever since she came back from the flower shop, she had been acting odd. Nonetheless, she refused to tell anyone what she had just experienced back in the shop. Since she had been silent the whole time, Lydia kept quiet as well.

The two just lay in the bed, waiting for sleep to catch up on them. But both of them weren't even close to being sleepy. In fact, Michelle felt as if her heart was choking with grief. It also didn't help that she took a nap that afternoon, so now she felt wide awake. On the other hand, Lydia was still stuck in her own thoughts.

At first, she only had feeling that Michelle was sulking because of Leon. But now, she was sure that it was true. She heard Michelle mentioned something about the tie during her conversation with Leon on the phone.

It seemed like Michelle had changed her mind and didn't want to give the tie to Leon.

"Why?" Lydia pondered on this question for a long time until she finally asked the question out loud.

In the silence of the room, there was a rustling sound as she turned over. It was the sound of her skin rubbing against the quilt.

Michelle was caught off guard by her question. She tilted her head in confusion. "What? What do you mean?"

Her voice seemed soft and wane. Its usual vigor was missing.

"Why did you change your mind about the tie you planned on giving to Leon?" Lydia stared at Michelle's profile, outlined dimly in the dark. She tried to find some clues from her reaction.

Michelle was never good at hiding her emotions. As soon as she heard the word "tie," her eyes dimmed and her heart ached.

To hide her sadness, she slipped her head under the quilt, covering her entire face.

Her voice was dull as she said, "I just didn't want to give it to him anymore."

"You really don't want to tell me, huh?" Lydia propped herself up with her elbow and tried pulling the quilt off Michelle. But Michelle kept tugging it back up over her head.

Lydia sighed and decided to change her tactic.

She casually lay back down, closing her eyes as she said, "Since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask anymore. Just remember that you can always come to me if you need some help with a problem that you can't solve. Just as how you are always there for me whenever I need help."

Michelle clenched her eyes around the quilt. Finally, her head popped out from under it, but only the top half of it was exposed.

The two of them were sharing the same quilt, so both of them were conscious of every little movement underneath it. But since Lydia's eyes were closed, she didn't see Michelle's head slipping out of the quilt. Nonetheless, she could feel her movements, and she knew that Michelle was finally going to say something.

Sensing that her other method had worked, Lydia continued, "If you're not going to say anything, I might end up falling asleep. But after tonight, I won't ask again, and if you want to ask something tomorrow, I won't answer. The decision is yours." "How can you do this to me?" In a fit of anger, Michelle finally emerged from underneath the quilt. She furiously blew at the stray strands of hair that stuck to her face.

"I used to ask you questions before, and you always answered them no matter how much time had passed." At that moment, Michelle felt hurt. The corner of her lips were pulled down into a pout. Her lip jutting out a bit as if she would cry at any second.

Lydia wanted to burst out laughing at her friend's outburst. But she didn't want to annoy Michelle even further. In the end, she settled on saying this with a straight face, "Can't you do it now, then? The longer you keep your worries to yourself, the more miserable you'll become.

It's like when you leave a leftover meal overnight on the table. The longer it stays there, the more sour it gets until it gets spoiled. Who even wants to eat spoiled food? Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

Lydia didn't know why Michelle was hurt like this. She watched as tears began streaming down Michelle's face. Michelle said stubbornly, "Then I'll put the leftover in the fridge. This way, it can last longer." Lydia was stunned for a moment.

She sighed. "And how many days do you plan to keep it inside the fridge? It's October now. In two months, I will be taking my postgraduate exam. After Leon's birthday, I won't have time anymore to listen to your complaints."

The postgraduate entrance exam was a turning point in her life. It was her second chance to start all over again.

It was then that Michelle remembered that Lydia was planning to take her postgraduate exam soon. She suddenly felt guilty for bothering Lydia to help her prepare for Leon's birthday.

Before turning around, she forced back her tears and said, "I'm so sorry, Lydia."

"I don't need your apology. I just want you to tell me what happened. You know that I don't have many good friends. It's only you, Austin, and our other roommates who are close to me. It's only natural that I want to help you with your problems. And anyway, two heads are always better than one." Lydia glanced at her sideways.

Hesitating for a while, Michelle finally said, "I do have a few questions for you."

"Go ahead then. You can ask me anything you want," Lydia said.

With the bedroom lights on, the two turned until they were facing each other. Half of their faces were covered by shadows, but because they were lying so closely together, they could see the other's face so clearly. Michelle's eyelashes were trembling. She frowned and said, "If someone lied to you about being poor, will you get angry?"

"Pretending to be poor?" Lydia was surprised by Michelle's question. She was expecting her to ask something related to their secret crushes. Her on Austin, and Michelle on Leon. Lydia was already prepared with how she would answer Michelle if that was the case. After all, she had been crushing on Austin for two or three years now. She could perfectly understand Michelle's own feelings for Leon.

But she didn't know how to answer the question about someone pretending to be poor.

"Who lied to you about being poor?" Lydia asked curiously.

Michelle widened her eyes and looked at Lydia in disbelief. "What? How did you know? I remember I said 'if.""

"Well, people would often ask that type of question whenever they are referring to their experiences." Lydia's eyes then fell on Michelle's bracelet. It was then that she remember Debra telling her that the bracelet would cost a fortune.

The pieces of the puzzle was finally falling into place.

She felt her heart skip a beat.

'Does that mean Leon is rich?'

In fact, her first impression on Leon back then was that he didn't look poor at all. His sister, Nina, especially didn't act like one.

Lydia had been born in a poor family. Her parents worked very hard to be able to raise their children. Sometimes, they had to prioritize work first over spending time with their family. In the end, they tried their best to teach their children to be kind and sincere despite being busy most of the time.

They might not have the means to give their children all the material things they wanted. But they taught them everything they need to become decent human beings.

Nonetheless, they still had to work hard to make sure that their children were able to live a comfortable life. Not to mention, teaching values to their children meant they must also have their own spiritual wealth.

Leon and his sister had an entirely different upbringing from the others, and it definitely showed. The way they behave reminded Lydia of the noblemen of the ancient times. One was a gentle nobleman, while the other was a cold and distant princess.

She always found herself wondering whether Nina came from a prestigious family. The way the other woman behaved was very different from the rest.

And now, the more Lydia thought about it, the more she was starting to suspect that Leon came from a rich family.

"Michelle, I have a question for you. That bracelet you're wearing is a gift from Leon, right?" Lydia kept staring at the bracelet. It really did look expensive and luxurious.

"Does that mean Leon is the one who lied to you about being poor?"

Michelle nodded her head. "He is actually very rich."

"I see." Indeed, he needed to be very rich to be able to buy a bracelet like that.

Nonetheless, Lydia was still shock to find out the truth.

"So you're wondering if I'd get angry after finding out someone lied to me about being poor, right? Then let me return the question to you. Will you get angry?" Lydia said.

"I don't know." Lowering her eyes, Michelle stroked the bracelet. She felt very conflicted. "I feel angry, but at the same time, I don't. I can't really understand what I'm currently feeling."

"Then try to understand your feelings more." Lydia watched her intently before asking, "So the reason why you don't want to give him the tie anymore is because you think Leon might want something more expensive than that, right?"

"It's not like that," Michelle quickly answered. "My mother often tells me that any gift is good as long as it comes from the heart. I sincerely want to give him a tie as an apology. And I don't think Leon is that kind of person. He's a good man." She paused as she remembered what Valerie had told her. 'Leon is a very affectionate man.

After all, he had been looking for Valerie for so many years.'0☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐