Return of Old Love: Fall In Love With Him Again

"Eva Morton, you left without saying goodbye, and now you're back?"

I had barely taken my seat when someone mocked me.

I glanced over at Shaun Coleman not far from me.

A cold smile played on his lips as he twirled his glass in a manner that kept others at a distance.

He hadn't even looked up since I entered.

Bitterness welled up inside me as I replied, "I had no choice."

I had returned to deal with a copyright dispute; otherwise, I wouldn't have come back at all.

I quickly downed a shot of strong liquor.

The burning sensation of alcohol coursed down my throat and seared through my chest, making me cough violently.

I hadn't expected that just dropping by a friend's bar would lead me to encounter Shaun.

Back then, we had a passionate and well-known relationship.

At least, I was passionate enough.

On his birthday, instead of receiving my gift, he got my breakup notice.

[Let's break up. Being in a relationship with you was a reckless gamble that I lost. I'm tired of it, tired of acting.]

The reckless gamble was true, but being tired was not.

I had hoped he would beg me to stay, but he hadn't.

Shaun was too proud. Even when we became a couple, I had to take the initiative.

I had watched him walk away, his proud back making me laugh and cry before I left the country.

That departure lasted five years.

During those years, we cut off all contact, and this was our first meeting since.

Everything took me by surprise.

Many of those present were Shaun's friends.

They didn't like my answers and began to tease me.

I was made to drink one glass after another, and my face turned red from the alcohol.

When I could hardly stand anymore, Shaun suddenly laughed, and the lively atmosphere quickly cooled.

Lost, I looked over at him. For a moment, he seemed like the fragile boy I remembered. Maybe I was too drunk to control my smile.

Shaun looked away from me and leaned back in his seat. The shadows of the booth enveloped him, making it difficult to see his expression.

His tone was cold when he finally spoke. "Five years apart, and your acting skills haven't improved at all.

"This time, how do you plan to act?"

He was an elite lawyer, and his words were icy and cutting.

I sobered up, suppressed my laughter, and fought back my tears. I retorted, "We broke up long ago, Mr. Coleman. Can it be you can't let go?"

After five years, I no longer knew how to talk nicely with him.

His face grew even colder. Everyone looked at me, then at him, but no one dared to intervene.

In the standoff, his phone rang, and the gentle voice of a woman came through.

"When will you be back?"

"Wait for me at home. I'll be back soon."

His impatience was instantly gone, and his eyes were filled with tenderness. It felt like a punch in the cheat, causing me a lot of pain.

It seemed like everyone else had moved on.

Only I remained in the same spot.

Shaun hurried away, and I sighed with relief, leaving the bar and lighting a cigarette outside.

The summer night wind blew away my annoyance.

In the swirl of smoke, memories of the past hit me.

When I first entered college, I fell in love with Shaun at first sight.

He was a top student, reserved and noble. He became an obsession I thought about day and night.