Second Time Around, I Won’t Marry the Don Chapter 07

Second Time Around, I Won’t Marry the Don Chapter 07

Nathan’s voice interrupted my memories of the previous life.

I hurriedly steadied myself and took several steps away from him.

Keeping my head lowered, I said,

“Young Master has misunderstood. You have been very good to both Mary and me.”

Every word Nathan wanted to say seemed to die in his throat.

Standing with the light behind him, his narrow eyes were impossible to read.

After a long silence…

He turned around and walked away without another word.

I finally relaxed.

It was only a small incident.

Life moved on.

I buried myself in my studies, looking forward to the day I’d leave the Vitale family for college.

Maybe…

That would be my real new beginning.

Unexpectedly, Nathan did not go abroad for university.

In my previous life, he’d studied abroad.

Even then, he’d flown home several times a month.

He always brought me gifts.

Studied with me.

Tutored me.

This time…

He enrolled at the University of Chicago.

He stayed at home.

Life looked almost the same as it had in high school.

Soon…

I was a senior too.

One warm winter afternoon, my phone suddenly rang.

After I answered…

No one spoke.

I frowned.

At first, I thought it was some prank call.

Then it hit me.

“Scrap?”

Rapid tapping came through the receiver.

Scrap.

It really was Scrap.

I smiled.

“One tap means yes.”

“Two taps means no.”

Just like when we were kids.

Back then, neither of us knew sign language.

Neither of us could write.

That was how we’d talked.

“When I get into college, maybe we can finally meet.”

“What city are you in now?”

“Are you already in college?”

Scrap was two years older than I was.

He should’ve been in college by now.

Two taps.

It didn’t matter.

As long as he was alive.

As long as I’d found him.

“Can I come see you?”

Two taps.

“Are you married?”

Two taps.

Most of my questions got the same answer.

Until the last one.

“Have you been happy all these years?”

One tap.

Finally, I gave him my email address.

“If we can’t meet…”

“We can at least keep in touch.”

One tap.

That night…

I waited for hours.

Then a new contact request appeared.

James Hawthorne.

It was a wonderful name.

So Scrap had a new name now.

I told him that once I started college and moved out of the Vitale estate…

I’d come find him.

His reply was simple.

Okay.

From then on, we stayed in touch on and off.

I regularly sent him money to help pay for school.

I had already lost him once in my previous life.

This time…

I wanted him to stay alive.

Christmas came again.

Mr. and Mrs. Vitale practically lived overseas now.

They rarely returned, even for Christmas.

Luna flew abroad to spend the holidays with them.

Nathan stayed in Chicago, busy with some new project.

On Christmas Eve…

He handed out year-end bonuses to all the household staff.

Even I received one.

No wonder everyone fought so hard for a job with the Vitale family.

Even working there as a maid came with incredible benefits.

After Nathan left, two maids couldn’t help chatting.

“Young Master’s handsome, rich, and successful.”

“I wonder what kind of woman he’ll bring home someday.”

“He hasn’t dated anyone these past few years, has he?”

“Other than Miss Luna, there aren’t even any women around him.”

He’d been exactly the same in my previous life.

He’d favored me above everyone else.

Until that love turned into hatred.

Just then, one of the maids turned to me.

“Eva, do you like the Young Master? Do you want to marry someone like the Young Master?”

I laughed.

I’d already experienced what it was like to marry Nathan.

Seeing that I didn’t answer, she kept teasing.

“What if Young Master Nathan wanted to marry you?”

“Would you say yes?”

The words flew out before I could stop them.

“I’d rather die.”

The room fell silent.

The two maids stared at me in shock.

I was just about to explain…

When a familiar voice came from behind me.

“Marrying me would make you prefer death?”