Rejected by My Destined Mate, Now He Craves Me Chapter 19

Rejected by My Destined Mate, Now He Craves Me Chapter 19

One year later, I had my own small studio. 

I had also made a group of like–minded friends. 

I was busier and more tired than before. 

But it felt substantial. 

Finally moving in my own direction, that feeling was deeply 

reassuring. 

The day the studio was established, I thought of Kaelen first. 

I went to knock on his door. No answer. I called, still no 

answer. 

I was about to try again when a news alert popped up on my 

phone. 

[Black Pagani Speeding, Rear–Ended–Driver Dead at Scene.] 

My heart lurched. 

I had seen that car before. 

It was the one he mentioned on his twenty–fifth birthday. 

I didn’t think; I just hailed a taxi and headed to the scene. 

Every red light on the way felt so long that I spent the whole time praying he had just missed my call. 

The scene was already cordoned off by the Lycan Police. 

I tried to push through, but an officer stopped me. 

“What is your relationship to the injured?” the officer asked. 

I opened my mouth. “…His partner.” 

The words surprised even me. 

The officer showed me the car owner’s information for 

confirmation. 

The photo showed a sixty–year–old male suspect; a heart 

attack had caused the crash. 

All the tension left my body at once. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the ground. 

A few minutes later, Kaelen called back. He said he was setting 

up a surprise. 

Before I could get mad, he had already arrived at the scene. 

From a distance, I saw him walking through the crowd toward 

1. me. 

Before I could react, he had pulled me into his arms. “Don’t be 

scared. I’m here.” 

I grabbed onto him instinctively. 

“Where were you?” My voice was trembling. “I couldn’t find 

you.” 

“Setting up a surprise for you,” he said softly. “I was going to confess today.” 

I looked up at him. “At my office?” 

He paused. “How did you know?” 

I took a breath. 

“Because I have security cameras.” 

He gently tapped his forehead. “…Oops.” 

I wanted to be angry, but I just felt like crying. 

He hadn’t disappeared. He had just gone to prepare a surprise whose outcome I already knew. 

“So, are you going to ask me now?” I said. 

He pulled a ring from his pocket. 

“It was just going to be a confession.” 

“But I figured, eventually it would turn into this anyway.” 

I stared. “What’s that?” 

“The pre–proposal version.” He was very serious. 

I laughed, but my eyes were still wet. 

“I’ll think about it.” 

He nodded. “Okay. Take your time.” 

This time, I didn’t rush to answer. 

For the first time, I felt like maybe I didn’t have to face the 

future alone anymore.