The atmosphere in the bar made Bernie unable to laugh anymore, and he looked at Hein with a silent face. The guests in the bar also felt this shame and stopped shouting. Waiting for the coffee shop to go quiet, Bernie said, "Hein, you seem to have misunderstood something important.""I've never forced you to like me before." Bernie stood up and adjusted his lap: "Hein, if you keep bothering me, I'll contact the police and report you're disturbing my private life!"After saying that, Bernie didn't notice Hein's face became unsightly and just left the cafe coldly. He had no obligation to comfort someone like Hein. He just wanted Hein to stop bothering him.Hein was embarrassed and angry. He felt angry; Hein's face was red, and he clenched his fists. In the coffee shop, no one dared to look at his face. Everyone was slightly embarrassed; they didn't expect Bernie to refuse so emphatically. Furthermore, according to Bernie, Hein seems to be a pervert.The whispers filled his ears, and Hei
"Someone you know?" Dylan saw the person behind suddenly stop and asked out loud, "Are you not following him?"Danny hoarsely replied, confused, "I don't know if that person is the one I'm looking for or not."After speaking, Danny looked back at the room. When a boy and a girl entered a hotel at this time of night, without thinking too deeply, Dylan knew what they wanted to do. Besides adult matters, what else could they do?"Let's go, put away your things, I'll call room service to bring dinner up!"Danny didn't look back and walked into the room like a lost soul. He had spent the whole day searching for that person, just because he had seen a photo. Danny suddenly felt like his life was a joke."This is your room!" Dylan opened the door, "Actually, you can stay here for as long as you want."For some reason, Dylan felt that having another friend in this faraway place wasn't so bad. He looked at his watch and said, "Clean up a bit, when the hotel brings up dinner, I'll call you!"Af
"Is everything resolved now?" Dylan asked Danny as he held a cup of coffee in his hand. It had only been less than an hour since Danny left, and Dylan had just enough time to make himself a cup of coffee. He asked, "Would you like a cup?"Danny hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sure, give me a cup of coffee."Danny took the coffee, sat down at the counter, and faced Dylan. "He is the one I was looking for. But he's not my boyfriend anymore."Dylan raised his eyebrows, surprised but said nothing. He rarely drank coffee, first because he didn't like the taste, and second because it was not good for his health. Dylan took a sip of the coffee, the aroma was strong but bitter. He asked, "So what are you planning to do now? Go back home?"Danny hesitated, staring off into space as he held his cup of coffee. "I don't know anymore, maybe... I want to stay here for a little while longer.""Oh!" Dylan finished his coffee and breakfast was served. He took the cup to the sink and sai
In the noisy bar with music blaring, Dylan and Danny sat in a secluded corner, unnoticed unless someone paid special attention to them. Dylan licked his lips. It was his first time stepping into a bar, as he never really liked noisy and chaotic places like this before."How do you feel about this place?" Danny asked with a smile, looking completely different from his disheveled appearance yesterday. He was now dressed in a neat outfit, not too tight nor loose, giving off a carefree vibe. Dylan felt that Danny looked really relaxed at the moment."It's okay," Dylan replied, lifting his glass of wine. "Does that guy keep bothering you?"After Danny broke up with that guy, his phone always seemed to have incoming calls, and even he seemed annoyed by it. Dylan had noticed several times that Danny would reject all the calls without any hesitation. Or if Danny did answer, he would hear the man's cursing or pleading for Danny to come back to him."Love is such a hassle," Dylan concluded.The
"I love you!" Those words hit Bernie like an atomic bomb. He stared blankly at the man in front of him. Dylan was trying to push him away, but Bernie rubbed his temples. Why did he dream of this scene? Was it because of Hein's influence, or was it because he had been single for too long? "Then let's go on a date!" Bernie blurted out without thinking. After all, it was his dream, and he could have it however he wanted. However, Bernie still felt a little guilty. The image of Dylan in his dream was about to shatter. When Dylan heard his words, he was stunned. He stared at Bernie as if he didn't hear what he had just said. "You...you..." "Didn't you just say that you love me?" Bernie ignored the strangeness and grabbed Dylan's hand. "Let's go on a date! I want to sleep now. Come sleep with me!" Afterwards, Bernie pulled Dylan onto the bed, using his whole body to hold him tightly in place. At times, Bernie considered himself to be extremely possessive, especially in moments like thi
Dylan dragged his exhausted body out of the hotel room, having tidied it up as neatly as possible. At least Bernie wouldn't suspect that he didn't have the courage to stay there. So, Dylan decided to run away, afraid that Bernie would wake up and see him there.When Dylan returned to the hotel, his face was pale, his legs trembling, and his back aching. Danny happened to be in the living room and seeing Dylan like this, he furrowed his brows."What happened to you..." Danny began to ask, but then he noticed the hickey on Dylan's neck and was shocked. "I didn't expect that, Dylan. Who did you go out with last night?"Dylan leaned against the wall and walked into the living room, and Danny stopped teasing him. He put down the item in his hand and helped Dylan sit down on the couch. It was only then that Dylan felt like he was coming back to life. He took a deep breath and massaged the sides of his temples. While at the hotel, after having sex with Bernie, he was too tired and fell aslee
Bernie's POVI gazed at Dylan's surprised expression even while he was sleeping, feeling a thrill of excitement. I restrained myself from pinching his cheek, sensing his annoyance within his chest as he furrowed his brows. I quickly let go of him, and he settled back into a deep sleep.I held onto Dylan tightly, then stood up and carried him to the bedroom. However, as soon as I placed Dylan on the bed, he suddenly opened his eyes. His face turned pale like a sheet of paper, looking at me as if he had seen a ghost. He breathed heavily and hoarsely asked, "Bernie? Aren't you drunk?"I paused, not understanding what time period Dylan was referring to. If it was after I met Dylan, then I hadn't been drinking anymore. As for before that...I only drank during my college years and shortly after graduation. But during that time, I had never met Dylan.Various thoughts appeared in my mind, and the seeds of suspicion grew thicker day by day. In the end, what was Dylan hiding from me? Or rather
Bernie's POVDylan and I went downstairs together to meet John. Although he felt a bit uneasy, he obediently sat next to me. Witnessing that scene, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken. I tightly grasped Dylan's hand, glanced at John, and asked, "Do you have a way to make him remember everything from the past?"John pondered for a moment and then turned the question back to us, "So, it all began seven years ago when Dylan had a car accident, and then Olivia decided to use hypnosis to eliminate his painful memories. Am I correct?"Olivia stood beside us, sighing as she placed a glass of water on the table. "It was my own decision. Back then, Dylan was in immense pain, and Andy and I couldn't bear to see him suffer like that.""Mom..." he whispered, his voice pleading, and he blinked back tears. "I don't blame you, Mom."I embraced him tightly, gently patting Dylan's back to offer comfort. His body immediately tensed up, and I sighed, realizing that Dylan wasn't accustomed to my embrace