Let's see how he deals with those troublemakers when he gets back.
The woman's face turned pale. She picked up her glass of lemon water and took a sip. "What if I say I can wait for you?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you-I'm already useless." Christopher's expression remained calm, his voice low and indifferent.
The woman was stunned. "W-what do you mean?"
"Exactly what you think it means. I'm not functional anymore." He sneered, his dark eyes filled with indifference.
The woman was left speechless.
Suddenly, a sweet and clear voice broke through the awkward atmosphere, "Miss, you should give up. He's not interested in you. Let me take over instead."
That voice...
It had been absent from his world for two years.
The moment Christopher lowered his gaze, his entire body stiffened. The decayed heart in his chest seemed to start beating again.
His dark eyes surged with emotion, his chiseled features taut with tension.
He looked up abruptly, feeling as if he had been transported to another lifetime.
Summer was back...
That proud silhouette was like a blinding beam of light piercing his vision, stinging his eyes.
"Who are you?" the woman asked.
Summer smiled slightly, her deer-like eyes clear and innocent. "Me? I'm his ex-girlfriend. Can't you see he's just brushing you off? Stop wasting your time on him. You deserve better."
The woman, staring at Summer's breathtakingly beautiful face, became enraged. "Are you two playing me?!" She grabbed her bag and stormed off.
Summer chuckled and sat down in the seat across from Christopher.
Their eyes met, and in that instant, it was like an electric shock. The air between them grew thick with an indescribable tension.
Christopher stared at her intensely. Was this an illusion? It had to be...
Summer was dressed in a classic Hepburn-style little black dress. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in soft ripples, reaching her waist. Her delicate makeup, rosy lips, and slender, graceful figure made it impossible to look away from her long, straight legs.
"Christopher, did you miss me that much?" Summer rested her chin on her hands, her voice soft and teasing.
The restaurant was quiet and elegant, dimly lit with an intimate ambiance, making it hard to see each other's expressions clearly.
Christopher froze slightly upon hearing her voice, then let out a cold, hoarse laugh filled with mockery. "Summer, you actually dare to show your face in front of me again."
Under the table, his long fingers clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking audibly.
He picked up his phone, opened the Facebook group chat with his bros, and sent a message, [Someone come restrain me. She's back.]
Summer blinked. "I missed you too. So, I came back."
Christopher let out a low chuckle, his laughter laced with sarcasm. "How much did you miss me?"
"A lot. Every single day."
His phone nearly bent from the pressure of his grip. He felt like he was about to lose control. His lips pressed into a tight line.
Pain surged through every nerve in his body, spreading to every limb.
"You dumped me. So why do you still miss me?" Christopher stared at her as if she might disappear again in the next second.
Summer's clear eyes flickered as if she were deep in thought. "Hmm... What happened two years ago was too complicated to explain in just a few words. I'll tell you later."
The next second-
With a loud bang, Christopher slammed both hands onto the table, his sudden outburst echoing throughout the restaurant.
He shot to his feet, glaring at Summer with seething rage.