Chapter 679 10 vouchers

Edward seemed taken aback, as if he hadn’t considered this before. He replied softly, “Well, that depends on what you want to be to me. The decision is yours.”

“I just want to be your playmate,” I said, each word deliberate and sincere.

Edward: ‘???‘

He looked at me, utterly confused. “After all we’ve done, you still just want to be playmates?”

He pointed at the rumpled sheets, a touch of annoyance in his voice.

I looked down at my phone, speaking softly. “I don’t need you to take responsibility for me, and I won’t try to control you. Isn’t that better?”

“No!” Edward’s face darkened, his voice laced with anger. “You need to take responsibility for me, and I need you to keep me in line.”

I stared at him in surprise, thinking, ‘How could he be so childish?‘

“Don’t men usually hate it when women nag and try to control them?” I raised an eyebrow, deciding to have this conversation with him.

“In my eyes, that’s a way of showing love. If one day I walked in here holding another woman’s hand, how would you feel?” Edward had his own beliefs and opinions.

I rested my cheek on my palm, thinking seriously for a moment. “If you ever find someone new, I’ll quietly step aside and promise I won’t get in your way…”

Before I could finish, Edward kissed me, pressing me into the sofa. “I knew you’d say that…”

He was breathing hard. “Can’t you make me feel safe?”

I blinked at him. “Edward, feeling safe is something you have to find in yourself.”

“I want you to be the one who gives it to me.” Edward stared into my eyes, then kissed me right on the eyelids.

I was forced to close my eyes, and he pressed his lips gently to my eyelids, lingering there for what felt like forever before finally letting go.

When I opened my eyes again, they were a little misty. I couldn’t tell if it was my emotions acting up, or maybe it was just the way his kiss tickled me and made me feel like crying.

Edward looked into my eyes and said, “Those eyes of yours… they don’t give me any sense of security at all.”

I blinked twice, remembering that Jared had said something similar—when I stared at him like that, he said his heart just couldn’t take it.

“You’re pulling my hair, it hurts…” I winced, my face twisting in pain.

Edward immediately sat up and gently helped me sit up. Sure enough, a couple of strands of my hair were left on the sofa, pulled out. He apologized, “Alright, let’s not argue about this anymore. You’re not just my playmate. You’re my girlfriend, and I mean it.”

I smiled, lips curving up. “Okay, girlfriend works too. Guess that makes things a lot more legit.”

Edward shot me a speechless look, then headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Edward and I spent the week together, totally relaxed and at ease with each other. The spark between us was still going strong, and honestly, it felt great.

When you’re in love, your drive and ambition just seem to fade away. If you ever feel that kind of passion, don’t hold yourself back—just open up and embrace life.

Edward got all the villa paperwork done in no time. Ten days later, I was officially the owner of the place.

During those days, I was completely wrapped up in the sweet vibe of being in love. I even started neglecting my studies.

I thought, ‘Why do I feel like a schoolgirl with her very first crush?‘

It was around noon, and as I walked out of class, I saw that Edward had already sent a driver to pick me up for lunch.

My phone started ringing—it was Nathan.

My heart dropped, and I found myself hesitating to answer.

It wasn’t that I felt guilty about my feelings; it was just that I owed him something emotionally, something I could never really give back.

The call only rang three times before Nathan hung up.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief, but then wondered—maybe he called me by mistake?

‘Should I call him back and ask?‘ I thought.

I found a chair, sat down, and called him back.

When the call connected, there was only silence on the other end—just his quiet breathing.

“Nathan…” I called out softly.

“Mm,” Nathan replied.

“Did you call me by accident?” I asked.

“No,” he interrupted, his voice a little hoarse. “I wanted to call you, but… I was afraid I might bother you.”

“It’s not even late. You’re not bothering me,” I said, smiling.

Nathan went quiet, and I suddenly felt suffocated. Since he didn’t ask, I didn’t know how to explain, either.