No Longer Fair To You Chapter 11
But in truth, there was not much for me to talk about with Clayton.
So after staying in the corner for a while, the air remained awkwardly silent.
Eventually, Clayton spoke first, “I heard from Anderson that during the early days after we were matched, you often cried.”
I stayed silent for a moment and nodded gently.
It was not exactly often, maybe once every two or three days.
I cried when Clayton called me ugly, and I cried when Anderson ignored me with cold indifference.
The worst time was when I learned that they had jointly appealed to be reassigned, refusing to be my mates.
That time, I did not dare to go home; I hid in a hotel for three days and cried for three days.
At that time, I even began to doubt myself – was I really so unlikable? Why did neither of them like me?
“Anderson came to terms with it earlier than I did. By the second month after the assignment, he no longer resisted the result.”
Yes, starting from the second month, Anderson began to treat me very well.
He would take the initiative to talk to me, ruffle my hair, and comfort me to sleep when I had nightmares.
But I still cried; only then, my tears were solely because of Clayton.
“Back then, I even mocked him for being soft, surrendering to the forced assignment in just a month, staring at you every day as if he truly wanted to spend his whole life with you.”
Clayton raised his arm to cover his eyes, mocking himself: “But it turns out, I was the stupidest fool of all.”
He asked me, “Eleanor, do you really hate me?”
I shook my head, remembering the moment he rescued me from the kidnappers.
I could never truly hate him for the rest of my life.
At most… it was disappointment and grievance.
I looked out the window. “Clayton, between the two of you, I actually met you first.”
Clayton’s body trembled.
My voice was slow: “Back then, when I first learned the assignment result, I secretly went to see you.”
At that time, Anderson was on a mission in a neighboring city.
I quietly hid in a corner, and every day I saw the proud and strong Clayton.
“You beat up a street thug who bullied an old man, and the next day, you helped a girl by escorting the man who harassed her to the police station.”
“Back then, you seemed like a hero to me.”
Clayton’s body trembled even more, suppressing his emotions as he looked at me.
My tone was filled with genuine confusion: “You were so good, so dazzling, so righteous, so clear about right and wrong.”
“But why were you only unkind to me?”
“Clayton, deep down, is it because I am not worthy?”
The long-awaited heavy rain finally poured down.
Clayton’s tears mixed with the choking in his throat, and he finally allowed himself to show his true self.
“No, it’s my fault.”
“I did not dare to face my own feelings, I resisted this cold system, and I cared about the overwhelming opinions of others.”
“I was extreme, arrogant, and foolish. Between us, the only one at fault was me. I was the one who mistook a pearl for a pebble.”
He could barely stand, his voice hoarse as he asked me, “Ellie, can you give me another chance?”
I shook my head. “I already did.”
That love at first sight back then sustained my passion and initiative for a whole year.
The later rescue by chance governed my feelings, making it so I could never hate Clayton.
There would not be a third chance.
“Then why did you choose Anderson? He also once resisted being your mate.”
I thought for a moment; maybe it was because even when he did not love me, he never hurt me.
He ignored me for a month, but it was more about the cold system of being matched with someone he did not know.
Later, when he finally saw me, he treated me very well.
The rain outside eased a little, and Anderson walked over.
As if afraid I would be cold, he draped his coat over my shoulders.
We walked across the street together under the umbrella…
“After we get home, I want to eat barbecue.”
Anderson agreed, holding the umbrella in one hand and my hand in the other.
The rain gradually stopped.
My new life was about to begin.
