I Cared For Him Twenty Years, Only For His Love Letters To Belong To Another Girl Chapter 06

I Cared For Him Twenty Years, Only For His Love Letters To Belong To Another Girl Chapter 06

Graham took me home. After that, I threw myself into physics like my life depended on it.

He set a warm glass of milk on my desk. “I thought you’d never want to look at physics again.”

I smiled faintly. How could I? After spending so many years with Thorne in my last life, physics had become

an inseparable part of me. “I’m going back to the competition team.”

Graham squeezed my shoulder, worried. “Are you sure you’re not scared to run into Thorne and Vivian again?”

I looked at him steadily. He’d been by my side since the day I came back. He’d shown me what it felt like to be with a normal person.

“Do you want to get married, Graham?”

My question clearly caught him off guard. He stared at me.

“Married? To who?”

“To me. Would you want that?”

Surprise and joy flooded his face.

“Of course I would.”

“But I haven’t even properly asked you to be my girlfriend. We’ve never dated. I haven’t proposed-

I laced my fingers through his.

“No rush. We can make up for all of that after we sign the papers.”

Graham picked me up and spun me around, laughing like an idiot. “I’m going to marry you! We’re getting

married!”

“I’m getting married!”

I’d said those same words to Thorne once.

It was my fifth year by his side. I spent every day running between my apartment, my job, and Thorne’s place.

He’d just become a professor at Northwestern. We were grabbing takeout to celebrate. He watched me bustling around from behind and suddenly said, “Laurel, move in with me.”

I was shocked and elated. I thought all those years of waiting had finally paid off.

Even though he didn’t say another word no matter how much I pressed him, the next morning I woke up with aring on my finger.

I assumed it was a proposal. Lran into the living room shouting, “Thorne! Are we getting married?!”

“We’re getting married!”

I was so consumed by my own joy that missed the confusion and bewilderment in his eyes.

Looking back, he didn’t want me. He wanted a live-in caregiver he didn’t have to pay.