His Smokescreen Is Now the Woman He Can’t Have Chapter 33

His Smokescreen Is Now the Woman He Can’t Have Chapter 33

That was before my father’s scandal. Before my life was turned upside down. A short, bright period of my life that was impossible to forget.

I remembered.

The boy next door who had broken his arm falling from a tree, crying with a red nose but stubbornly refusing to tell any adults. In the end, I had secretly used my allowance to buy him the biggest ice cream I could find.

The boy at my mother’s funeral who had been the only one not to look at me with pity, just silently slipping a piece of chocolate into my hand.

“Liam…” I said the name slowly. “Liam Chen?”

“You remember.” Liam let out a breath of relief, and that clean, bright smile returned to his face. For a second, it perfectly overlapped with the little boy in my memory.

“When I saw Elara Vance on the new student list, majoring in architectural design, I wondered if it could really be such a coincidence,” he explained. “I never expected it was actually you.”

The tight shell I kept around my heart loosened just a little. I didn’t even notice the corners of my mouth lifting into a small smile.

“You’ve changed a lot, too,” I said. “I remember you weren’t as tall as me back then.”

“Hey, let a guy keep some dignity,” Liam protested dramatically, then laughed. “But I’m a year ahead of you now. So in the architecture school, I’ll have your back.”