Chapter 3
"Wendy, why aren't you speaking? Are you willing to help me or not?"
Seeing Nash's hopeful expression, I pulled out my phone and dialed Yvonne's number.
Willing? Of course, why wouldn't I be? How else would I get to witness this drama unfold?
"Yvonne, Nash has passed out drunk at my doorstep, shouting your name. Can you come over for a moment?"
Nash stared anxiously at the phone, barely taking a breath.
Yvonne chuckled and asked me, "What does it have to do with me if he's passed out at your doorstep? You must have called the wrong person."
Nash's face grew even paler by the moment. These two couldn't break up, so I immediately stepped in.
"Yvonne, did you two have an argument? Couples don't break up after just one fight. Why not hear Nash out or let him apologize to you?
Yvonne scoffed, "Apologize? There's no need for an apology. If you want me to stay with him, ask him if he's truly willing to do anything for me."
I switched on the speakerphone, and as soon as Nash heard Yvonne say that, he immediately nodded in a panic.
"Yes, Yvonne, I'm willing to do anything for you. I'm sorry, it's my fault for making you upset."
Yvonne appeared satisfied, "Good then. In that case, don't go to the competition."
After that, she abruptly hung up the phone.
Nash stared at my phone in bewilderment. I observed Nash, curious to see how he would choose in this life without my intervention.
Nash stood there, rigid and with his head bowed. I understood that matters of love and dreams could be quite complex.
After a while, he lifted his head with a bitter smile and asked, "Wendy, does giving up the competition prove how important she is to me?"
He posed the question to me, but I sensed he already knew the answer in his heart. I didn't have much to add, considering my previous life's experiences.
I watched as his despondent figure slowly receded from view, step by step.
Indeed, Nash didn't participate in the competition due to an injury on his hand. Something must have happened after leaving my place, as a substantial abrasion had appeared on the back of his hand. Even the slightest movement caused it to bleed.
I couldn't help but admire the power of love, driving him to self-sacrifice to honor his promise to his girlfriend. Their reconciliation was nothing short of a miracle.
They walked home hand in hand, enjoying sweet and happy moments every day. Nash no longer displayed the despair of that night; instead, his eyes radiated tenderness and affection for the girl at his side.
As they strolled past the alley they used to take on their way home, Yvonne took a deep drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly into Nash's face. He lovingly caressed her hair, then leaned in to kiss her deeply.
He placed his arm around her waist and walked into a nearby internet cafe. Once inside, a group of local young people greeted him, and he casually accepted the cigarette they offered, engaging in a lively conversation.
I shook my head, turned away, and became a complete bystander.
It wasn't until Nash's mother found us in our classroom that everything changed.
Mrs. Xander was a well-known fashion designer, and she had always been kind and gentle. In my memory, she never had any conflicts with anyone, giving the impression of a very contented life.
Mr. Xander’s company had also been quite successful, which was why in my previous life, when Nash took over the company, he had the power to place me in the bed of a business partner.
Nash excelled in his academic subjects, and he had remarkable talent in art as well. He was what parents often referred to as the "golden child" who excelled in everything.
His parents never pressured him to focus solely on academics; they fully supported his pursuit of interests and hobbies. Nash certainly lived up to their expectations, winning numerous awards over the years. Upon high school graduation, he received acceptance letters from prestigious foreign universities.
This competition was his gateway to a prestigious art school. Nash could have enjoyed a splendid life, basking in the limelight and receiving applause and flowers from everyone.
However, he willingly chose to forgo all that glory and opted to rot in the gutter with Yvonne.
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