Chapter 1160
The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning
âStop holding onto such unrealistic fantasies. Liamâs a better fit for you. Go back and focus on your work. Donât embarrass me,â said Kevin. Blake was someone who had worked under him, after all.
Blake bit her lip, hesitating to speak. âIâll ask you one last time. Do you really have nothing to say to me? I understand Liamâs feelings for me, but⦠Iâm still into you!â
Outside the door, Sean looked puzzled and said, âWell, Kevin, is this a rare occasion? A young lady finally confessed to you?â
After mustering up all the courage, Blake finally spilled the words. However, she heard the author from StartReading Literary, who could not be found, calling Kevinâs name instead of using a respectful address.
âGet out.â
Sean grinned and said, âMs. Harper, Iâll head out for now. Once youâre done chatting with Kevin, shoot me a message. Iâll come right over.â
Blake was always a straight shooter. If she wanted something, she went for it, and if she was not interested, she did not even bother. Honestly, Blake did not even know why she had ended up falling for Kevin, who had such a bad temper. Aside from being good-looking, he had no other redeeming qualities.
âDid you hear what I just said?â
Kevin asked, âWhat benefits do I have in causing trouble for myself? It seems that what I just said was all in vain.â
Blakeâs gaze followed Kevin as he headed to the wine cabinet and poured a red wine. She approached him from behind. âShouldnât you confront your feelings when facing the person you like? I know Iâm impulsive and donât think ahead, but I can see it and feel it too. You want me to stay with Liam to keep me out of trouble. You want to protect me, and I know you care about me, but I donât get why youâre pushing me away.â
Kevin said, âThatâs wishful thinking. If a tool loses its value, why keep it around?â
Kevin tilted his head back, sipping on red wine. Blake took a step forward. âYou lied to me. Youâre still lying to me right now.â
Hearing the frustrated voice behind him, Kevin chuckled when he lowered his head. It was the first time Blake had seen him smile. â Whatâs so funny?â
Kevin turned around. âIâm laughing at your unyielding stubbornness. Alright, itâs getting late. You should head home soon. I donât have time to drive you home.â
Blake was utterly baffled, âWhat on earth is he talking about?â
Kevin asked, âWhy arenât you leaving? How long do you plan to stay here?â
Blake said, âBut you havenât answered my question.â
Seemingly not getting his answer, Blake had an appearance that she would not leave. The window in the study was not closed. A gust of wind blew, swaying the heavy curtains.
âYou clearly have feelings for me. Why not face them and give us a real shot? No ulterior motives or any of that, just trying for the sake of our future. Life is short. Why not give it a try? What if weâre meant for each other?â
Kevin had never encountered someone like her before. Whether in the company or with other women, he had no shortage of pursuers. However, everyone retreated while facing his cold and unfeeling demeanor. Unlike her, who was unapologetically persistent.
Marriage and kids had never even been on Kevinâs radar. A life like his seemed destined for a different path. âWell, letâs see how you can impress me,â said Kevin.
Blake asked, âWhat do you mean? Are you agreeing to give us a try without any ulterior motives?â
Kevin cleared his throat with a half-clenched fist near his mouth, coughing a few times as if he had a cold. âIâve got some things I need to take care of.â
âAh, I got it. Go ahead with your business. Iâll head downstairs and talk to Sean about the set. Take care and donât catch a cold.â Blake hurried to the window and closed it. âBy the way, thank you for helping me with that issue at the police station.â
Kevin sat in his seat and flipped open a page of documents. âYou being bailed out wasnât on my orders.
Liamâs father is the Secretary- General, so itâs most likely his doing. Didnât he tell you about it? Or did you start having regrets when you found out I didnât bail you out?â Kevinâs hand pinched the corner of the document and paused, not looking up.
Blake shook her head. âNo, he rarely talks about his family with me.â
When leaving, something crossed Blakeâs mind. She stopped and stood at the doorway, asking cautiously, âWhat about you? I donât think Iâve ever seen your family, and thereâs not even a photo on your frequently used desk.â
Kevin said, âIâm an orphan. I have no family. My name and identity are fake.â
Blake was instantly stunned. She even forgot what she was about to do, forgot that she was supposed to leave. She walked to Kevin, grabbed a chair, sat beside him, and closed the files before him.
âTake a break. How about you tell me about your past and what you used to do? Itâll help me understand you better. If itâs hard for you to start, I can go first. Since I was littleâ¦â