Me After Meeting You

At this point in Amber’s life, she had received countless love letters, and heard many confessions-she was quite pretty, and her temperament was good; it was normal for her to be a target for many people, all right?

But those love letters and confessions rarely ever moved her.

Previously, she had thought that it was because she didn’t love any of the people professing their love to her. However, in this moment, she learned that moving confessions weren’t all that related with love; rather, it had more to do with the person’s character, with how sincere and earnest their feelings were.

Even though Ian’s expression was as calm as ever, just that tiny bit of sincerity from him was priceless.

Because he was suffering from emotional detachment!

Amber couldn’t speak for a moment, and Ian didn’t say anything either, because he was driving. But he could see that his words had touched Amber. Secretly, he thought to himself that, given her reaction, they could surely progress further in their relationship tonight, right?

And so, he narrowed his eyes and happily decided to speed up the progression of their relationship. Perhaps after they kissed, they would get into bed together or something. But Amber’s next words jerked him out of his fantasies. “Let’s go see Trysta.”

“Hmm …?”

He suspected that he had heard wrongly, but then Amber repeated her words, crisp and clear. “Let’s go see Trysta. She’s responding badly to her pregnancy, vomiting out everything she eats. You should know that she wasn’t feeling great before, and I’m somewhat worried about her.”

This was the first time that Ian had ever been rendered speechless by Amber’s words. He simply could not fathom how his thinking about her and her worrying about Trysta were related.

Amber naturally couldn’t read his inner thoughts; she just instinctively felt that staying with him alone like this would be somewhat dangerous. And naturally, the best way to avoid danger was to run into a crowd.

She even used his earlier words against him. “Weren’t you okay with going to my house? Then you surely wouldn’t mind accompanying me to Trysta’s place, right?”

As she spoke, she slightly tilted her head towards him, purposefully revealing the small dimple on her left cheek that was so cute that it constantly tempted one to poke it. Ian tried to resist but was ultimately unable to do so; he stretched out a finger and poked her cheek lightly. “Did I invite you out so that I could accompany you to see someone else?”

Amber smiled and tossed out a rejoinder. “Watching a movie is also seeing someone else.”

… He couldn’t refute that!

And so, Ian bedgrudgingly accompanied Amber to see Trysta. Because she was still trying to divorce Frank, Trysta was temporarily staying at her parents’ place. On the fourth day of the new year, most people’s houses would be crowded and festive, but the Wilson family’s was unusually cold and quiet.

Trysta’s brothers and sisters-in-law weren’t home, but Trysta’s parents were. Amber called to let them know beforehand, and when they arrived, she bluntly took two fruit baskets, two boxes of tea leaves, and a few beautifully packaged gift baskets from the pile of stuff that Ian had bought.

The two of them knocked on the door with their four hands filled with gifts, and when Trysta’s mother opened the door and saw them with their hands full, she was even a bit angry. “There’s no need to be so polite!” And then when she saw Ian, who was standing behind Amber, she became slightly shocked. “You’re from the Axton family, aren’t you?”

Ian was cold, but his behavior and manners were perfect. He nodded calmly. “Yes. It’s nice to meet you.”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

It was a very reserved greeting.

Trysta mother’s gaze flicked back and forth between Amber and Ian a couple times, but in the end, she didn’t ask why the two had come together as Amber was already asking about Trysta’s condition.

Trysta’s mother sighed remorsefully as she replied, “It would be all right if she was only suffering from nausea. However, she can’t sleep well either.” She remained silent for a moment before continuing to say, “The happier she smiles, the more worried I feel. Amber, is Trysta going to recover?”

Amber could only comfort her. “She’s doing this because she doesn’t want you two to worry. Do you know if she wants to keep the baby?”

Trysta mother’s face became even more worried, and she glanced at her husband, who was currently exchanging pleasantries with Ian, before sighing and saying, “We don’t even dare to ask. Rather, we don’t dare to ask anything.”

Amber was silent. She understood Trysta very well; Trysta liked to take care of her affairs by herself, and even if someone asked, they probably wouldn’t receive any meaningful response. That day, if not for her unexpected emotional breakdown, Trysta probably wouldn’t have revealed the existence of a third party in her relationship with Frank to Amber.

Amber quickly advised, “Then let’s not ask. It’s just that, Mrs. Wilson, you shouldn’t treat her like a porcelain doll. Just treat her normally, as Trysta.”

Ian and Trysta’s father went to drink tea downstairs while Amber went upstairs to check in on Trysta. Once they reached the second floor, Trysta’s mother even softened her footsteps as much as she could, whispering to Amber, “She can’t stand loud noises. She says that they hurt her head.”

Amber’s heart trembled, as sound sensitivity was a common onset symptom for insomnia. Following Trysta mother’s example, she also lightened her footsteps as the two of them gingerly entered Trysta’s room.

But Trysta wasn’t alone. Amber was extremely surprised to see Sarah sitting on the bed beside Trysta.

Trysta was very happy to see Amber. A perfunctory glance didn’t reveal anything; she seemed normal, with not even a trace of wanness or sallowness blemishing her complexion-she even had a light layer of makeup on.

“Don’t get up.” Amber urgently stopped her as she tenderly asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yes. It’s just that I can’t eat anything, which is annoying.” Trysta smiled and even pouted at Amber. “Actually, I vomited again just before you came in.”

Amber clutched Trysta’s hand in concern. “You’ll get used to it. And even if you can’t, that’s fine. I know a doctor from the gynecology department. She’s great, and I’m sure that she knows of a remedy for this.”

Her caring words made Trysta smile, but as she smiled, she also lightly caressed her forehead. Seeing this, Amber naturally helped Trysta massage her temples. As she did so, she turned and said to Trysta’s mother, “I’d like to speak to Trysta alone. Is that alright?”

Trysta’s mother hurriedly agreed. Ever since she and Amber had entered, Sarah hadn’t said anything beyond an initial greeting. At this moment, she also stood up and said, “Trysta, since Dr. Camille’s here, I’m going to go first, ok? Rest well, and I’ll see you again in a few days.”

Trysta was blissfully enjoying Amber’s massage, and she didn’t even open her eyes as she casually waved goodbye at Sarah.

After everyone left, she finally opened her eyes, looking straight at Amber. “What sort of gaze is that?”