Chapter 120 - 29 (1/2)

Walking towards their group, Jennifer noticed Fu had been silent ever since meeting Evangeline and Eric. Her face was serious, appearing to be thinking of something.

”What's on your mind?” Jennifer asked, could no longer stand her friend's silence.

”That guy . . .” Fu stopped, and Jennifer paused as well.

”Eric . . . he had the same name as the boy in my high school.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jennifer asked, ”The same name?”

”Not just the name. I get this weird feeling he was familiar and not at the same time.”

Shaking her head, Jennifer didn't know what her friend was talking about. ”I honestly don't know a thing you're saying.”

Fu breathed before she expounded, ”There's this boy in my high school. Tall, lean, and very handsome. In fact, I still haven't found any man who could rival him in terms of looks! He was so handsome the word doesn't do him justice. Women and even a couple of men wanted him for themselves. There was never a day in school where all of us were not vying for his attention. Every day was a battle, and the prize was a small smile on his lips.”

Jennifer guffawed. ”Such a man existed?”

She laughed dryly, but when she saw the seriousness of her friend's face, her laughter gradually disappeared.

”I know it sounded unbelievable. Heck! Even I wouldn't believe it if someone told me that. If not for these eyes that saw everything. Experience everything. That man is real! Like you and me!”

Still not convinced, Jennifer asked, ”So what happened to him?”

A twinkle of sadness and melancholy flashed across Fu's face before she shrugged her shoulders.

”I don't know. It's been years since the last time I saw him. But his handsome face still haunted me vividly in my wet dreams.”

Clasping herself, Fu narrated in a daze, recalling a painful past.

”I still remember like it was only yesterday. He disappeared without warning. Leaving everyone heartbroken. Depression is real, I tell ya'! I even succ.u.mb to it. Just vanishing without a trace like he didn't exist in the first place. Forcing all of us to wake up from the wonderful dream he created was too cruel!”

Giggling at her friend's funny expression, Jennifer still didn't believe it. ”You're exaggerating. And you're telling me this dream guy you're saying is the exact man as Evangeline's boyfriend?”

Fu blinked. Her expression drawing a blank before she burst out laughing. ”Ahahaha! No way! They just have the same name, that's all! There's no way that nerdy, weak-looking guy could compete with my Eric!”

”Hm . . . so they just have the same name . . . ?” Putting a finger on her chin, Jennifer felt that something was off. There was no way Evangeline would date someone like that.

”Hey, do you have a picture of the guy?” Jennifer asked since she had a bad feeling.

Wiping the tears in her eyes, Fu fished her phone from her pocket. ”There is. It was taken so long ago, and I don't know how he looks right now. But I bet his m.a.t.u.r.e face is dreamier than his youth. I tell ya' hundred percent, he would never look like that nerd.”

When she found her most cherished picture, Fu flashed it on Jennifer's face.

”Handsome, right?”

Jennifer ignored her friend –– rather, she didn't even hear her. She was bewitched by a binding spell at the sight of the photo of a youth. Unable to tear her eyes from it.

A boy was sitting there, looking at the window. Based on the angle, it was a secret shot on a side view. Nevertheless, even if only one side of his face was shown, it still took her breath away.

The setting sun directly shot on his face causing his tousled hair to alternate between black and deep bronze with a few strands falling on her forehead. His thick lashes were dropping almost covering his eyes as if they were heavy. His nose so slender and pointy, paired with a thin pale but moist lips and angular jaw. Making his overall features sharp and mysterious.

Her friend was right. Handsome wasn't enough to describe him. It was like he was made just to spoil everyone's eyes.

”What's his name?” Jennifer mumbled in a daze.

”I think it was . . . Eric Philippe.”

Inside Daniel's penthouse, it was already ten in the evening when Evangeline finished taking a bath, ready to hit the covers. She grabbed a simple cotton loose long sleeve shirt and lazily put on a boxer short laced p.a.n.t.i.e.s as her only u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts.

After drying her hair, she turned off the light and turned it back on as quickly when a certain image of a burned woman replayed in her mind.

And now she was alone in her bed with only her adorable pets as support, all kinds of horror scenarios kept drumming inside her head. The fear steadily ate her courage, and she finally bolted out from her room when she spotted a shadow by the windows from the corner of her eye.

However, the feeling of fear only intensified when she was in the dark open living area, which only the soft shade of the night lamps illuminated the surroundings, creating shadows that kept her on edge.

Without a second thought, she ran towards Eric's room, and without even knocking, she opened the door and let herself in. She only released the tension in her body when she saw Eric's sleeping face illuminated by the gentle lampshade.

”Eric . . . ,” she whispered.

There was no answer except the low sounds of his steady breathing.

She scurried towards the bed and climbed on top of it. Crawling herself under the warm comforters, she inched her way towards Eric, who was still sleeping soundly.

He was sleeping sideways, facing her. Thus she took the opportunity to study his face up close. All fear and sleepiness vanished when she laid eyes on that fine specimen of a male. He was shirtless though only a part of his upper body was visible under the quilt.

Slowly, she inched closer and closed her eyes, softly kissing him goodnight.

She then opened her eyes and saw two silver half-moons staring at her.

Feeling the heat rising to her face, she quickly pulled away. However, she didn't get away much when Eric's hand grabbed her nape and smashed his lips against hers.

”Mmpphh!”

Her groan was muffled when Eric's tongue pushed inside her mouth. He then shifted their position, where she was now laying on her back while he was on top of her between her legs.

Something was different about him. She could feel it from the way he c.a.r.e.s.sed her tongue with his, and from the way, he bit and s.u.c.k.e.d it like there was no tomorrow. He was not gentle. Not in the slightest. Unlike their previous kisses. It was like all restraint had left him.

”Mmph!”

Another muffled m.o.a.n vibrated in her throat when his hand was on her b.a.r.e skin, inching towards her b.r.e.a.s.ts.