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I couldn’t help but wonder if, when no one’s around, Matthew secretly enjoyed this kind of
pampering too.
My mind tended to wander, and in that brief moment, pictured all sorts of scenarios.
“Come, have a seat,” Thorsten said, motioning to the chair across from him.
I walked over, and the attendant immediately poured me water, fussing over me like I was royalty.
I wasn’t used to being waited on like this, but I reminded myself to just go with it and respect
Thorsten’s way of doing things.
“You’re not married, are you?” he asked, taking a sip of his tea.
“No.”
He smiled. “So, when are you joining the Johnston family?”
N?velDrama.Org owns this.
I was caught off guard. Did he not know that Jace and had already broken up? And his own son had
tried to trick me into bing his daughter–inw.
I couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if I’d shown upst time as Cole’s fiancée.
Would Thorsten have blown a gasket?
“Not happening.” I said bluntly.
Thorsten didn’t seem fazed. He just let out a lightugh and asked, “Where are you working now?”
He was good. If I wasn’t joining the Johnston family, he knew I wouldn’t be working at
RiverwaveCorp anymore.
“A smallpany,” I replied vaguely.
Even if I told him, he probably wouldn’t recognize the name anyway.
“What kind of boyfriend are you looking for?” Thorsten asked, still steering the conversation away
from my question.
I couldn’t tell if he had some hidden agenda or if he was just being nosy. Either way, I answered
honestly,” I already have a boyfriend.”
“Oh?” Thorsten raised an eyebrow, smiling as he lightly tapped his cup.
He didn’t push it further, but I was getting frustrated. I asked again, “Mr Drago, do you know n
Kay?” Thorsten shook his head slightly. “I don’t remember.”
My heart sank. I quickly pulled out the contract I’d found in my dad’s notebook and handed it to him
with both hands. “Please, take a look at this.”
Thorsten didn’t even reach for it, just gave it a quick nce before saying, “Get to the paint.”
The point?!
What exactly was I trying to ask here?
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Was
sunnosed to ask why this unsigned contract ended up being awarded to Matthew?
Or was I supposed to ask if my dad’s ident was connected to this contract–if someone caused it
just to get their hands on it?
No matter how I phrased it, it all came down to one thing: I was suspecting that my dad’s ident
might be linked to Matthew,
But Matthew cared so much about me. Even Thorsten had just said it himself.
So how could I use him?
My silence made Thorsten chuckle. “You know what they say about people in love: treasure the one
you’re with, right?”
My throat tightened. Thorsten set down his teacup, and one of the attendants immediately handed
him at napkin. He wiped his fingers and continued, “The dead are gone, and life goes on. You get
that?”
I got it, but I still said, “I don’t want my parents‘ deaths to be some unsolved mystery.”
“And what kind of truth are you hoping to find?” Thorsten asked.
I was at a loss. He looked up with a faint smile. “I met a guy recently who got into a car ident. He
suffered a brain injury and now, even though he’s in his forties, he lives like a child.
“All he cares about is food, drinks, and games. People think it’s tragic, but his wife says he’s happier
now. “You know why?”
As he spoke, Thorsten picked up a small box from the table, ran his thumb over it, then held it up to
his nose and took a deep breath.
It was some kind of scented balm, I realized.
“Because before the ident, he was always stressed, always needed everything to be clear and
perfect, and it wore him out. Now that he’s lost that part of himself, he’s more at peace. Sometimes,
not overthinking is a gift. Do you get it?” Thorsten asked, his words hitting me squarely.
I understood, of course. I took a deep breath, reflecting on my own habit of overanalyzing
everything. “I just want to love the person who loves me without overthinking everything.”