Chapter 142
Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey
Chapter 142 You Idiot, Youâre The Ten-year Crush!
Nancy swiftly wiped away the tears from her face. âNo, I was just reminiscing about some things from the past, and it suddenly made me a bit emotional. Itâs nothing. Iâm fine now,â she said, forcing a smile to conceal her true emotions.
âReally? Youâre not lying to me, are you? What made you so sad? Can you tell me?â Nicholas was naturally somewhat skeptical.
âJust some old stories that donât need to be mentioned. By the way, didnât we say we were going to have dinner? I only had a light lunch; Iâm really hungry now.â
âAlright, then. Where do you want to eat?â Nicholas asked.
âThe street outside Pinnacle High School,â Nancy replied without hesitation.
This location was something she had decided on earlier.
Originally, she had thought that if she ever returned with him, she would bring back beautiful. memories. But now, all she could think of was sadness and sorrow.
Well, it was still a good place to say goodbye.
Let it end where it all began.
At least, it was an amicable parting.
However, Nicholas was quite surprised. He curiously asked, âYou seem to have a special fondness for Pinnacle High School.â
âYeah?â Nancy smiled but didnât explain.
The sky turned dark much later on summer nights. When the two arrived at Pinnacle High School, the sky was still bright, and they were just in time for the sunset.
A large expanse of fiery clouds appeared in the sky. Shades of orange, red, and deep red formed a beautiful painting. It was incredibly stunning.
The afterglow filled the entire sky.
Nancy looked up happily. The sunâs rays fell on her petite face, making her look even more gentle and beautiful.
âItâs so beautiful!â
A gentle breeze blew.
Everything was so perfect, but her heart felt as heavy as lead.
In the end, since everything began here, it had to end here as well.
âNicholas, have you been back here since you graduated?â Nancy asked.
He shook his head. âI havenât had the time to come back since I graduated, except for the time I came with you. Why do you ask? Have you dropped by often?â
Nancy nodded. âYes, Iâve been coming here every year, sometimes as many as three or four times when Iâm free. But I come here at least once a year.â
âWhy?â
Nancy smiled and looked at Nicholas. At that moment, she faced the wind and laughed like a child. filled with youth and liveliness. She was flawlessly beautiful.
âBecause of nostalgia. The most beautiful and happiest years of my youth were spent here.â
How could she not be nostalgic?
The most beautiful and happiest years of her youth?
At that moment, the first thing that came to Nicholasâ mind was âhimâ-the man she had silently loved and buried in her heart for ten years.
âIs...â Nicholas began.
But when it came to saying the words, he couldnât bring himself to ask her the question.
He admitted that he was afraid. He was dreading it, truth be told.
He feared hearing her answer, and he feared hearing a definite one even more.
If he did, he would truly go mad with jealousy.
At least now, he could continue to deceive himself. As long as Nancy did not say anything, Nicholas could continue to pretend he didnât know and numb himself.
At least that way, it wouldnât hurt so much.
âWhat do you want to eat?â Nicholas changed the subject.
Nancy pointed to a pasta restaurant across the street. âI want pasta. How about you?â
âIâll have pasta with you.â
âOkay,â
They went to the restaurant together. Since it was dinner time, there were quite a few people inside. Fortunately, the place was spacious, so even with many customers, it still felt roomy.
After they found a table by the window, Nancy sat down.
The waitress quickly handed them menus and then, because she was so busy, hurried off to another table.
âDo take a look at the menu first, and let me know what you want to order,â the waitress said before busily attending to another table.
214 Nancy nodded. âAlright. Go ahead and do what you need to.â
This was typical for a small eatery. They couldnât provide the same level of service as a high-end restaurant, but it was affordable and convenient for students in the area.
âIâd like some tomato spaghetti. How about you? What do you want?â Nancy asked Nicholas.
âIâll have the same.â
Nancy paused for a moment. Just then, the soft and coquettish voice of a girl came from a nearby table. âAw, letâs not order that.
I want chili garlic pasta. The carbonara one isnât good at all. Alright, alright. I promise Iâll just eat the spicy one this time. Next time, Iâll listen to you and eat something milder. The girl spoke while batting her eyelashes and making cute gestures, She looked truly adorable.
Soon, Nancy heard the boy relent, âOkay. Iâll agree to it one more time, but no next time!â
Listening to this, Nancy couldnât help but smile.
As expected of a sweet young love-it was so heartwarming.
Although Nancy was someone who had been married for two years, she didnât find it cloying at all. Instead, she found it the epitome of sweetness.
Yes, that was what love was all about-sweet and tender moments filled with pampering and spoiling each other.
If love didnât involve a bit of silliness, playful acting, clinginess, and impulsiveness, could it even be considered love?
Nancy was envious of them.
It was a pity, though. She had long outgrown that stage.
Her heart seemed to have been worn down without any cuteness or sweetness left, and there was no more passion or impulsiveness.
Therefore, her admiration grew even stronger.
The moment Nancy looked at them, she felt like she was back in her student days.
Love was so simple then, and what they wanted was straightforward.
Looking at Nicholas again, she suddenly summoned the courage and asked, âSince our tastes are the same, do you want to share a large portion with me?â
âSure.â
Afraid that there might be a misunderstanding Nancy explained. The large portions here arenât served in separate bowls. Two people share a plate of noodles with two sets of cutlery.â
âSure, one large portion it is,â Nicholas repeated.
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âHi, weâd like a large portion of tomato spaghetti.â Nancy raised her hand and placed an order.
The spaghetti arrived quickly. It was a steaming large portion of tomatoes and fresh mozzarella on pasta, and it exuded an enticing aroma, On the table, there were two sets of cutlery. Nicholas and Nancy almost simultaneously dipped their forks into the plate.
Nancy grabbed some tomato chunks while Nicholas opted for a meatball. However, they soon realized that their forks had become entangled, crossing paths with each other.
In that moment, their gazes met amidst the steam rising from the spaghetti, and their faces took on a hazy, dreamlike quality.
In an instant, it seemed as though they could hear the rapid, fervent beating of their own hearts.
Clearly, their hearts were racing!
Yet, they both struggled to conceal their emotions, maintaining an air of nonchalance.
âYou go ahead,â Nicholas withdrew his hand.
After Nancy speared a piece of tomato with her fork, he then picked up a meatball.
As Nicholas lowered his head to eat, Nancy watched him and suddenly froze. Her heart began to pound heavily.
Ten years.
She hadnât anticipated that the wish she had made all those years ago would actually come true.
Although it was far too late, and the circumstances had changed significantly, the fact that it had come true still brought her joy.
âWhatâs the matter?â Nicholas inquired, noticing that she wasnât eating and seemed lost in thought.
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