Me After Meeting You

“Tell me, are the two of you really going to get married? It feels very quick. How did you two end up together anyways?”

What could Amber say to that? She still hadn’t fully recovered from Trysta’s first question. She was really rendered speechless by Trysta’s behavior.

Luckily, Frank came over to find them at that moment, and Amber managed to escape from a tribulation without needing to make an excuse or to lie.

After Amber escaped, she spent the remainder of the party with Ian. Billy and Silvia weren’t very comfortable with each other in the beginning, but after Silvia praised Calvin and then subsequently mocked by Billy, animosity arose between the two.

They started ridiculously and unfathomably mocking each other, which generated a particularly lively atmosphere around them, a rather unique form of attachment.

All in all, the party was quite successful. Alarge group of people had split up according to Trysta’s circle of friends and then played a team game where they teased each other and drank so much that the party almost devolved into a frenzy.

Because Amber was worried about Ian, who was still recovering, she had helped him drink some of his alcohol. However, this only made Billy start targeting her, and she ended up having to drink a few more glasses on top of all that.

She managed to drunkenly stagger away after the game, and she secretly maneuvered herself to the lounge in the Frank family’s garden, where she tried to sober up and regain her wits.

A moment later, a cup was thrust towards her from behind. She turned around, and when she saw that it was Calvin, her heart shook a little.

“It’s warm water. Here, have some.”

Amber remained silent for a moment, and then she accepted the glass of water after thanking him. The temperature of the water was just right, neither too cold nor too warm.

After drinking it, Amber wiped her lips and said, “Then, I’ll be leaving.”

“Are you still only acting as his shield?” Calvin suddenly interjected.

Amber stopped.

She couldn’t not stop, because she had seen Ian. He had appeared out of nowhere, and was coolly standing under a tree, looking at her-oh, at them.

Regardless of how long Ian had been there, he must have heard Calvin’s question because he directly asked, “What shield? And who’s ‘he'”

When Calvin heard these questions, he turned around, a little shocked.

Amber was now standing between the two men, trying hard to balance her emotions. She opened her mouth.

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She didn’t even have time to utter a single word before Calvin interrupted her. “The ‘he’ we’re talking about is you. Amber once told me that the two of you weren’t romantically involved, and that you were only using her as a shield.”

“….”

Ian seemed very perplexed by Calvin’s answer, but his eyes remained fixed on Amber. “Why would I have to use you as a shield?” His tone was calm, and he spoke with a slow and methodical cadence that he normally only reserved for when he was being accommodating.

He asked one question after another. “Haven’t we slept together? Haven’t I kissed you? Isn’t our relationship intimate enough?”

Amber couldn’t even think of a response.

All she could do was try her hardest to act dull and lifeless.

But Calvin was shocked, and his face turned red. After a few moments of silence, he left without another word.

Only Amber was left to face Ian. She didn’t know what to say. Ian’s face was still wearing that ever present cool expression of his. He didn’t even glance back when Calvin departed. He had only ever looked at Amber from start to finish, even as he slowly said, “Your idol’s gone.”

That unhurried tone, without any hint of mockery, made Amber subconsciously blush.

She stiffly responded with an “Oh” as she tightly clutched the cup in her hand. The night’s wind blew at her until she started to feel dizzy, which made her so uncomfortable that she almost wanted to vomit.

Ian didn’t forget to remark, “He ran away too easily. He really has no combat strength!”

“….”

Amber rubbed her temples, as she even felt more drunk after the nausea caused by the blowing wind. Her brain was still wooden, but a fire and anger had been lit in her heart by his mocks and taunts.

Without thinking, she stretched out her hand, pinched his forehead, and maliciously said, “And what about you? Getting a cold and a severe allergic reaction … Aah!”

Amber tripped. Though she flung her hand out quite quickly, Ian’s body responded even quicker. She barely touched a clump of his hair, but for some reason, maybe she had used too much strength or something, it had made her fall forward and almost hit the ground head-first.

The reason it was only “almost” was because Ian had caught her in time.

He had grabbed her from the back, one hand snaking underneath her armpit and clutching her chest, and the other firmly grasping one of her… breasts.

The chest of a young woman was plump and luxurious, with a wonderful elastic feel to the touch. Ian found it quite nice, and didn’t let go even after he pulled her up. Instead, he actually began squeezing it harder and harder.

Amber looked at his hand in a somewhat delayed fashion. “You …!”

She only had enough time to say one word before he grabbed one side of her face, forcibly tilted it to the side, and then kissed her.

Amber didn’t know how she was supposed to react after this plot twist-had they discussed anything ever like this before?

And even at this time, she was still pondering if she was even fluent enough to speak. After all, she still hadn’t spoken a full sentence tonight without being interrupted.

Ian’s kiss was somewhat rough because of his inexperience. At first, Amber didn’t feel good at all, but she wasn’t able to break free this time. The alcohol had left her whole body feeling woozy, weak, and lazy.

As her struggles weakened, Ian relaxed his grip, and the hand pulling on her face became much gentler as it stroked her long and thin neck. This part of her body was beautifully sculpted, the curve reminiscent of a swan’s, pretty and long, and white as jade.

Ian had wanted to touch it the first time he laid eyes on it, and he could finally fulfill that desire tonight. He felt a warm and satiny response from his fingertips, and continued to fondle it admiringly.