Chapter 3

"Did he say he's my boyfriend? But my boyfriend is Raleigh!" I tightly held my mom's hand, with a determined look.

Upon hearing this, my parents' expressions froze for a moment.

They took out their phones and proceeded to show me the photos one at a time, asking for my input. It became evident that I had simply forgotten about Justin and only recognized Raleigh.

Justin, however, didn't seem to care at all. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, he went to invite Jasmine to dinner.

He repeatedly asked Jasmine out, and she finally agreed to go out with him this time. Without any hesitation, he immediately drove to pick her up. His luxurious car attracted a lot of attention at Jasmine's school.

Upon getting into the car, Jasmine cast a brief glance at Justin, maintaining her pure and angelic demeanor. She then softly asked, "Is your girlfriend alright?"

"What could happen to her? She's lucky to be alive," Justin replied, with a hint of flattery.

During the whole afternoon, Justin took Jasmine to several luxury stores and spent hundreds of thousands. Finally, he took her to the most expensive restaurant for a candlelit dinner.

However, when Justin dropped her off at the school gate, she refused the luxury goods he offered.

Justin couldn't resist being drawn to this type of girl; his emotions lingered, and he felt the passion reigniting. Later that evening, he took his friends to the bar to celebrate.

Someone congratulated him and wished him to win over Jasmine soon.

However, his good friend, Jackson Daves, frowned.

"Justin, aren't you about to marry Stella? Isn't this unfair to her? Moreover, she had just been discharged from the hospital. Shouldn't you be accompanying her?" Jackson reminded.

Upon hearing this, Justin raised his eyebrows lightly, chuckled, and said indifferently, "When else should a guy have some fun if not before marriage? Besides, I've been restraining myself for three years. It's not often I can find someone so compatible. So, let me enjoy this, alright?"

His tone was very casual.

The few people present laughed when they heard this, all very much in agreement.

"Aren’t you afraid that Stella might really forget about you?" Jackson frowned.

Justin had just picked up the wine glass and brought it to his lips. Upon hearing this, his expression slightly stiffened for a moment, then he sneered.

“Forget about me? Haven't you seen how she clung to me before? Would she dare to forget me? But even if she does, so what? I've long been tired of her acting like a bitch.”

During the exchange, Jackson looked anxious and pulled Justin a few times.

However, Justin shook off his hand and finally blurted out what he had been holding in for so long.

"That fake air of superiority from Stella, it's incomparable to Jasmine!" Justin said, his tone mocking and disdainful.

Jackson nodded towards someone behind Justin and quietly reminded him, "Stella."

Justin's expression froze abruptly, and he quickly turned his head to see me standing behind him.

He was so startled that his voice trembled.

"Stella, you, you just got discharged today, right? Why, why are you here at the bar?"

He abandoned his drink and walked towards me, forcing a somewhat strained smile.

I looked at him with indifferent eyes, unmoved by his words.

Justin was momentarily stunned by my calm and composed gaze.

If it were before, upon hearing his words, I would have definitely had a big argument with him and even stormed out of the bar.

However, this time, I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply looked at him as if he were a stranger.

"Stella?" he called out to me again.

I glanced in his direction, a faint smile forming on my lips, while my eyes sparkled.

Seeing that I wasn't angry, Justin approached me.

However, I bypassed him and went straight to the man in the black suit. I opened my arms and hugged him tightly, shouting with a big smile, "Raleigh, I missed you so much!"