NovelEnglishChapter 1662 "Calvin, we're just friends. I don't think the word 'jealous' is appropriate here." That's a term usually reserved for couples.
"...Alright, I get it. I won't mention it again." Felicity let out a sigh, feeling a headache coming on. She didn't want to waste her energy thinking about this, especially not when she was sick.
To be honest, even in her best moments, she couldn't find a solution that would satisfy everyone. It was something that had to be put on hold. Maybe Calvin would lose interest after a while and just give up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm about to reach the airport. Gotta go." After hanging up, she muted her phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat.
When Felicity was feeling under the weather, she preferred not to take calls. It was her thing.
As her flight's arrival tdrew closer, she popped a pill and then slapped her cheeks lightly, trying to look like she was fine.
She didn't want Ms. Sanchez to worry about her and then report back to her mom, which would inevitably worry her dad too! Approaching the arrival gate, first-class passengers were getting off first.
Soon, Felicity spotted Ms. Sanchez and quickened her pace, waving.
"I'm here, Mr. Lopez, Ms. Sanchez-" Before she could finish, another figure appeared behind Mr. Lopez.
Familiar to the point of unforgettable.
Miles? What was he doing here? No, the real question was, if he was here, why did Ms. Sanchez and Mr. Lopez ask her to pick them up? Felicity was full of questions, but in front of her seniors, she chose to smile first, keeping her doubts to herself, "Welcome! Was your flight okay?" Dorothy smiled, "Not bad, got ssleep, and here we are." Everett, always by his wife's side, gave Felicity a brief smile and then shot a look at his son.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCatching the signal, Miles approached Felicity with their luggage, his smile as gentle as ever, as if all the unpleasantness of their last encounter had been forgotten. Felicity was at a loss for words and could only manage a dry, "Langston." "Mm." From the moment he saw her, Miles's gaze hadn't wavered, "You've lost weight." Her cheeks, once a bit plumper, seemed to have thinned.
"Really? My weight's been stable, must be your imagination," Felicity tried to keep the conversation casual.
But within seconds, he had taken her hand, as if it was the most natural thing to do.
Felicity was taken aback, almost pulling away in reaction.
"You..." Miles's brows lifted in a playful challenge, "Remember? When you were little, you always wanted to hold my hand. No matter the season, even if our palms were sweaty, you wouldn't let go the moment we met." Her smile was awkward, full of confusion.
She remembered, of course.
How could she forget? But...
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