Me After Meeting You

Ian pursed his lips, not answering. He was certain that this was a leading question, and that whatever term she was thinking of would be derogatory.

Amber didn’t mind, and she answered her own question. “Byronic. Do you know what a Byronic hero is? He’s someone who’s as beautiful and eye-catching as a masterpiece drawing, someone who dresses well and constantly wears an elegant, erudite expression.

However, he’s also someone who, despite that refined appearance, speaks vulgarly and does vulgar things. These men, who display a stark contrast between their actions and their appearance, are supposedly very popular among women.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

They disregard everything to rush up and push you down, to tear your clothes apart, to pull off your mask of pride and arrogance, to make you fall deeply into the affairs of regular human beings, where you’re inextricably mired yet still unable and unwilling to free yourself.”

After this outburst, she suddenly pulled tightly on his collar and bit down fiercely on his lower jaw, grinding her teeth as she somewhat viciously said, “Ian, as dashing as you are, don’t try to tease me like this, alright?”

Amber only wanted to interact with Ian as a patient, so that he would quickly scram after being treated. She simply had no confidence in keeping a man like him.

Ian tilted his head curiously. In the moments after Amber bit him, a layer of goosebumps had rapidly risen along the path that her teeth had traced upon his body. Before, this had been an instinctive reaction that represented the revulsion he felt towards other people touching him. But now, this represented pure excitement.

He clamped down on this newfound excitement as he disparaged her. “And so what if I tease you?”

“Then I won’t be responsible for the consequences!” Amber responded without a trace of hesitation.

Ian laughed, a light, low and throaty laugh. And underneath the starry sky, he once again lowered his head and kissed her lips.

She heard him softly whisper, “Then don’t take responsibility. I will.”

Amber found it agonizingly difficult for her to resist the charm of a mature man and his repeated sincere advances.

Or perhaps it was that the starlight was truly beautiful. Even if it were fake, she also deeply desired to experience a romantic encounter at least once in her life, especially when the man wooing her was so breathtakingly beautiful.

Amber shut her eyes, temporarily putting aside all thoughts of illnesses and patients, and even of how rational Ian was even if he only saw her as a piece of driftwood or even a piece of straw, she would accept it in this moment.

Ever since Billy had told her that Ian had waited outside her door for an entire day, ever since she had heard him say “I missed you”, her heart had been touched.

She… was actually also very desolate, just like the aurora that lay at the farthest ends of the world, just like the starry sky that extended beyond the Milky Way and into the cold universe.

The stars were so small. Perhaps all they could do was sink into the nothingness of space.

…

Amber was woken up by her phone’s ringing. After countless missed calls, Amber’s mother had deviously decided to send her a video call instead.

The phone was in her shirt pocket, and while the two of them had been rolling around in bed, the call had somehow connected!

And then she heard her mother’s penetrating shrill voice. “Amber! What on earth are you doing?!”

Amber was so shocked that she shivered briefly before her fear took over. She shoved Ian aside and frantically climbed out of bed, only to find that, despite her clothes and jacket being worn properly, her undershirt was completely unbuttoned. She quickly and clumsily dealt with her clothes before slipping her hand into her shirt pocket and turning the screen off.

Amber’s mother’s demonic voice finally vanished.

Only then did Amber relax, and only then did she realize that they had actually ended up on a bed!

‘A bed??’

She automatically asked, “Why is there a bed here?” She then turned around and saw that the room they had entered earlier was past another door. Evidently, this room was designed as a suite, and it was very likely to be a suite designed for couples.

After enjoying a good meal and enjoying the scenery, then, while their spirits were high, he had done something to her in bed. How shameless!

Amber buttoned herself up as the previously shoved aside Ian climbed closer to her; he seemed reluctant to let her go, and even wanted to push her down again.

Amber didn’t struggle, and instead patted his face brusquely. “I have to go back now.”

But Ian ignored her, his hand slipping into her clothes, clearly still unsatisfied-the truth was that the two hadn’t done much. They had just kissed and entered the room, with their clothes still partially on, when Amber’s mother had interrupted them.

But Amber had a foolproof method to stop Ian in his tracks. She confidently said, “Neither of us have even bathed yet, and I spent the whole day visiting my relatives, so I’m all sweaty. And after that, I played cards, bought snacks, and even rubbed Trysta’s face.”

She looked at him earnestly. “Do you really want to continue?”

Ian was yet again at a loss for words.

The hand that he had snuck into her clothes quickly removed itself, and his infatuated gaze quickly cleared up. Amber couldn’t help herself from wanting to laugh, because it was quite ironic that the key to his aloofness and unusually austere behavior was the same key to stopping him cold.

If she stayed here any longer, then she was sure that something would happen! So, Amber didn’t dare to stay, and took advantage of Ian’s still muddled senses to quickly jump off of the bed and quickly put on her clothes.

Ian remained where he was, by the head of the bed, unmoving, just like the first time they had been in this position. That morning, she had woken up early and cleaned up after herself while he coolly looked down at her from a high vantage point.

However, Amber didn’t dare poke him anymore, and as she tidied herself up, she even tried to make idle conversation with him to ease the awkwardness. “Have you been reading any new books these last few days?” It felt like his techniques for picking up girls had matured greatly, both in terms of his words and his actions.

Before this, whenever he got in the mood for “it,” he would directly strip without any foreplay!

Ian seemed to be quite disgusted with what she’d had just asked him, and lazily replied, “Ansell’s girlfriends recommended me quite a lot of novels. They’re all something like, ‘The CEO’s Private Lover,’ ‘The Boss’s Romantic Sweetheart,’ and so on and so forth. There’s a whole pile of them.”

Amber made a o(-)o face as she thought to herself, ‘What …?!’