Novels by Mèo Tan Ca

Dahlia's POVIn a blink of an eye, I saw Gideon's eyes flash with surprise but quickly regained his usual calmness. His voice remained steady:"Why ask like that?"I laugh. I'm asking myself the same thing. Why would I ask him such a stupid question?If Gideon had a little respect for me, Baron would not dare to hit me, Mrs. Evans would not treat me harshly, nor would Faye dare to openly come to Evans' house to enjoy all the privileges as if she were his official wife.It seems Gideon is starting to get a little frustrated:“What do you want to call respect?”I know Gideon doesn't like me like this. I am not the same as usual. Before, every time we met, I was always attached to him, not wanting to be separated from him for even a second. I will be in his chest, gently telling him how much I miss him. I will also smile sweetly, close my eyes, tiptoe to kiss him.Those past incentives did not appear tonight.Gideon looked at me, a cold air radiated around him. Perhaps he still thought I

Dahlia's POVI never thought that Gideon would appear at my door. I stood there dumbfounded, my limbs felt like they were being pressed into acupuncture points, not knowing where the sound came from:“Why did you come here?”Gideon initially looked unhappy, his eyes carrying many disappointed thoughts, but then suddenly the corners of his lips raised. Even though the curvature amplitude is very small, I can still see the change. He calmed down and seemed to be in a slightly better mood.We stood across from each other, facing each other but not talking. In a quiet place at night like this, the atmosphere becomes one of meeting old people who haven't seen each other for a long time.I didn't move, neither did Gideon. Both are struggling and silently fighting in our minds. In the end, he was the one who intentionally took a step forward, wanting to shorten our distance. But I didn't consciously take a step back.Gideon immediately stopped, his eyes filled with confusion, then revealed a

Dahlia's POVThe next morning, my head hurt like it was about to split. I woke up quite early, watered the flower beds outside, meticulously took care of them, and then prepared to go to the company.Outside, Faye was picked up by her family. Last night Gideon spoke up, so the Evans family didn't dare keep her here. When she left, I leaned against the hallway pillar in the yard, holding my arm and looking at her.Fate is such a magical coincidence. A week ago Baron, her brother, was standing in the same place watching me leave the Evans house. Then a week later, I was standing here, watching Faye leave just like that.However, my heart is no longer the same as before, and I don't feel like there's anything worth being proud of. I'm in the position of someone who proactively breaks up to keep some dignity for myself. And Faye stubbornly wanted to take my place.While I was having breakfast, Gideon's car pulled into the yard. His car is a large Maybach. When parked on the grass in the y

Dahlia's POV“Don't go next time. I don't like it."In the past, what Gideon liked or didn't like became the principle for me to do everything. If Gideon doesn't like it, I won't touch it. If Gideon likes it, I will definitely like it too.However, at present, when I hear that sentence, deep inside I have a feeling of wanting to rebel:"But I like it."Gideon quickly frowned. Obviously, my sudden opposition made him unhappy:“There will be no next time.”Having finished speaking, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair to rest, probably wanting to end this topic.Immediately I felt no longer interested. I also don't want to waste time arguing that going to bars is my freedom and has nothing to do with him.The two of us are like a picture. Everyone wants to put the brush to paper and draw. One person draws at the top. One person draws on the tail. And there's a faint ink stain in the middle. I looked out the window, it seemed like when I understood the problem, the memories be

Gideon's POVAt the Evans mansion,I returned home again after not finding Dahlia at her mother's house. Going upstairs, I wanted to change into the suit I'd been wearing all day, pulling my tie aside. The white shirt collar opens arbitrarily, the first two buttons are no longer buttoned.For four seasons a year, I dress like this. Dahlia created this habit for me. She told me to look neat and presentable. But gradually, these outfits make people feel unapproachable, serious and scared.I don't care about that, nor do I care about the words of Dahlia's best friend that I accidentally heard:"Gideon Evans, this type of man has a few words written all over his face: determined not to love, let money drink, lives alone so girls want him."In short: "If he has money, he doesn't have feelings."But I'm not that kind of person. I am extremely lucky to have outstanding ability and outstanding appearance. Therefore, I am so used to being surrounded by so many people. However, my eyes were onl

Dahlia's POVI looked at myself in the mirror. I was currently wearing a black silk shirt, exuding sophistication, sexiness, and mystery. Sighing, I was finally seduced by Esther. A few minutes ago, because she wanted me to be in a better mood, she invited me to the bar.“You go alone. I'm not going anywhere.” I want to stay at home and heal my emotions.“Do you know what the theme of this bar is?” Esther makes a killer move."What topic?"“Ancient Greek mythology!”I suddenly fell silent. When it comes to Ancient Greek mythology, many people probably think it is pure and beautiful. But actually it has a lot of dark sides. For art students like me, that mysterious dark side of art attracts me.I lengthened the corners of my eyes, completing my makeup. I shed the gentle gentleness of the past, replacing it with a bold charm. I grabbed my waist-length jacket and went downstairs to Esther's car.As soon as Esther saw me, her eyes lit up: “You surprised me. Tell me, if Mr. Evans saw you w