Night Summer Trouble

Zachary Smithson was my uncle in name.

When I was seventeen, I confessed to him, but he rejected me fiercely.

He tore up my love letter and told me to give up on such thoughts.

When I was twenty-two, I graduated and attempted to move out. To my surprise, I found a dress I had lost.

He had hidden it under his pillow.

I knew that Zachary had not liked me since I was fourteen.

He only took care of me because of my parents’ will.

Apart from that, he harbored no affection for me.

If I did anything wrong, he would punish me by making me copy texts.

If I started dating while I was still studying, he would hit my palm.

However, as I grew up, I started harboring different feelings for him.

When he learned that I liked him, he blew up. “If you harbor those thoughts toward me ever again, leave!”

He tore up my love letter and yelled at me.

So, the only thing I could do was hide my love for him.

From then on, I would quickly look away when I found myself gazing at him.

Eventually, I turned twenty-two and graduated from university.

That night, we had a dinner gathering, and after summoning my courage, I drank a lot of alcohol.

I believed that Zachary would still be working at his company at this time. Otherwise, he would surely give me another lecture if he saw me coming home so late and getting so drunk.

After I entered my room, I sighed in relief.

However, when I turned around, I saw someone sitting on the couch.

That someone looked really similar to Zachary.

I must be drunk.

Ever since I was fourteen, Zachary had never entered my room, so how could he possibly be sitting on my couch?

Besides, I did not have a couch in my room.

Since I had to be dreaming, I intended to wash up and go to bed.

At the next second, Zachary walked over, and his tone suggested that he was holding back his emotions. “This is my room, Summer.”

I knew it. I was dreaming.

Dream Zachary was even more of a scatterbrain than I was.

I pointed at the dress on the couch. “If this isn’t my room, why would my dress be here?”

Zachary said nothing.

His ears even started turning red.

Dream Zachary did not yell at me either.

What a miracle.

With this being a dream, I did not intend to talk to him. Just as I was about to strip, Zachary stopped me. “Summer.”

His breathing was labored, and various emotions raged in his eyes. “Don’t take off your clothes.”

I was not convinced. “But your pants were off!”

Zachary gulped and hoarsely said, “What did you see just now?”

His belt was on the couch.

When I came in, I saw Zachary with his head thrown back and the veins on his arms bulging. There was even a thin