LittleNovelChapter 293 Chapter 293: If I Had Met You First Christopher POV Sean and I graduated and went to college together. Two years later, Angela followed us to the suniversity.
I knew without asking why she'd chosen this school-Sean was here she'd even selected the seconomics major as him. Her dedication to following him was both admirable and painful to witness.
But her torbiting Sean lasted only those two years.
Everything changed after the yacht party incident that beccampus legend- when Christina "heroically saved Sean from drowning. What nobody knew was that I had orchestrated the whole thing.
Christina and I had both pulled Sean from the water that night, but afterward, I gave her all the credit. I knew the blonde bombshell had her sights set on Sean, and I deliberately helped her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYes, I knew it would hurt Angela, but I wanted a fair chance with her Sean had only met Angela first by coincidence. His feelings for her could never match the depth of mine.
Just as I had anticipated, Christina successfully captured Sean's attention. Day by day, I watched him drift further away from Angela, his focus increasingly consumed by the blonde beauty who had "saved his life." remember the night I found Angela sitting alone outside the hockey arena, long after practice had ended. It was unusually cold for spring, and she wasn't wearing a coat. As I got closer, I realized she was crying.
"Angela?" I said, approaching slowly.
She looked up, hastily wiping her tears away. "Christopher? What are you doing here so late?" "Extra practice," I explained, sitting down beside her. The scent of alcohol hitimmediately. "Have you been drinking?" She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Maybe a little. Or a lot. I can't really remember." I'd never seen her like this before. Angela was always vibrant, confident-the girl who stood up to bullies in libraries and cheered the loudest at hockey games. Seeing her broken down hitharder than I expected.
"What happened?" I asked, though I already suspected.
"Sean," she said, confirming my thoughts. "I was going to tell him today. How I felt. That I've loved him since high school." She took a shaky breath. "But when I got to his dorm, Christina was there. They were... together." The pain in her voice made my chest ache. I wanted to pull her into my arms, to tell her Sean was an idiot for not seeing what was right in front of him. Instead, I just sat there, letting her talk.
"Six years," she continued, her words slurring slightly. "Six years I've loved him, and he never once looked atthat way." "He's an idiot," I said finally.
Secretly, though, I was relieved-even glad. Sean was with Christina now. Maybe, just maybe, this meant I wo chance with Angela.
inally have a She laughed again, more genuine this time. "No, he's not. He's Sean. Perfect, wonderful Sean." She leaned her head back against the wall. "And who am I? Just Angela Wilson, the girl with the runaway mom." 1/2 Chapter 298 If I Had Met You First caid firmly. "Your cart and brave and fat. Youre the girl who stood up for a stranger in the library con crossing her face. "You remember that? Per mas suttened, and for a moment, I thought maybe-just maybe he was seeing me. Really seeing me, for the first time. But bn she slumped against my shoulder, the alcohol finally taking its toll.
1 did get you home," I said, helping her stand.
mumbled something incoherent as I guided her to my car. By the twe reached her apartment, she was barely conscious. I hall-carried her inside, found her bedroom, and gently laid her on the bed.
As I pulled a blanket over her, words I'd kept locked away for years suddenly spilled out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You still have me," I whispered. 'I'll never leave you, Angela. I've loved you since I first saw you in that library. I've loved you every day since." She didn't respond, already lost to sleep or unconsciousness.
I sat on the edge of her bed, watching her breathe, fighting an internal battle I was ashamed to acknowledge! reached out, gently stroking her cheek with my fingertips. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, a temptation too great to resist.
I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, then brieflym lightly touched my lips to hers. The sweet; alcohol-tinged warmth of her breath nearly broke my control.
Part of me-a dark, desperate part I usually kept buried-wanted to stay, to claim what Sean Had carelessly overlooked. But that wasn't love. That was possession, obsession. I loved Angela. I wanted her heart, not just her body. Not like this.
I stood up, tucking the blanket around her shoulders. Before I left, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "If I had met you first, would you have lovedinstead?" She didn't answer. She never heardask. And I never got my answer.
Not that night, anyway.
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