A Touching Love Story 2
There is a beautiful city named Mitike by the Mediterranean Sea. In this subtropical town full of olive trees, there were two young people who grew up together.
The girl’s name was Faye, and the young man’s name was Sean. They had been neighbors since childhood and, after graduating from university, they entered the same company. They were extremely close, and everyone thought they were a couple, but they knew very well that they were just good friends.
One day, Faye suddenly told Sean, “I’ve decided to courageously confess to my crush, Peter!” Sean was taken aback and then burst out laughing, almost spilling the water he was holding.
Peter was the Deputy General Manager of the Sales Department, indeed an outstanding guy. However, his eyes were only on Christina from the Public Relations Department. In terms of looks and intelligence, how could Faye compete with her?
Faye seemed fearless and confidently instructed Sean, “If we are truly good friends, you must help me.” Sean nodded helplessly.
Sean was Peter’s driver, and to help with Faye’s romantic plans, whenever Peter got off work, Sean would find an excuse to bring Faye along. Throughout the journey, Faye, heavily made-up, would constantly flirt with Peter, completely treating Sean as an outsider.
A few days later, Faye patted Sean’s shoulder and said, “You’re amazing. If things work out with Peter, I’ll help you with Anna.” Anna was a girl Sean once had a crush on, but she had gone to France. Sean smiled and didn’t take it seriously.
By chance, Sean discovered that the prince Faye was chasing was still wooing Christina. He invited her to a movie but was ruthlessly rejected. Two hours later, the movie tickets ended up in Faye’s hands, and she was as happy as a lark, hopping around.
She hugged Sean’s neck and said, “Peter asked me to the movies! Is this a sign he’s accepting me?” Sean sarcastically replied, “Maybe they’re the tickets Christina didn’t want.” Faye immediately became despondent, “It can’t be that bad, right? No way, I need to get Peter into my grasp.” That night, Faye dressed in a sexy backless dress and went out looking like a fairy.
The moon climbed high, and the empty room had only Sean left. The TV was playing random ads, and Faye had not returned yet—they were sharing the same apartment. Looking at the CDs on the shelf, Sean couldn’t help but sigh. Although he and Faye had never been apart, even sharing a taste in books and music, they just lacked that catalyst to become lovers.
It was late, and Faye hadn’t come back yet. Could she really be giving herself to Peter? Sean jumped up. Faye’s mother had asked him to take good care of her, a responsibility he couldn’t ignore. Sean rushed to the cinema, but the movie had already ended.
Sean returned under the starry sky, feeling dejected. He looked up and saw that Faye had already come home and was sleeping soundly, with a smile of happiness on her face.
Sean suddenly felt a burst of nameless anger, resentment, jealousy, bitterness, guilt… all these emotions surged at once, leaving him stunned. What was going on? Could he really like Faye, who wasn’t shy about picking her nose in front of him? She wasn’t particularly pretty or slim… she wasn’t his type at all.
The next day, Peter didn’t call Sean to go out; he drove himself, with the vibrant Faye beside him. Now everyone knew: Peter and Faye were dating. Thus, Faye’s supposed boyfriend, Sean, became the target of gossip: “Isn’t Faye with you? Why did she run off with him?”
Sean’s mind was a mess. Over there, Christina was scolding a subordinate, “How could you mess up the magazine’s contact information? Are you brainless?” He had never seen the usually composed Christina scold someone like that.
No wonder, with Peter having a new love, how could she feel good? People are like that—only valuing something once it’s lost. This high-quality woman must be experiencing hormonal imbalance.
That day, Faye went on a date with Peter while Sean stayed home alone, smoking gloomily. Faye returned late, having drunk a lot, and babbled to Sean, “Sean, I want to marry Peter. Will you bless me? I thought I would marry you, but you like Anna…” Anna? Sean could barely remember her face now. He put the drunk girl to bed; she was obedient, sleeping quietly like a baby, holding Sean’s hand.
Sean sat by her bed for a long time, wanting to kiss her but didn’t dare. Sean felt sad. He recalled a scene he accidentally saw at the company—Christina leaning against the wall, Peter’s tall figure covering her, their lips passionately locked… Sean clenched his fists, wanting to rush in and beat Peter, the playboy, to a pulp.
A few days later, Faye threw a birthday party for Sean. At the party, Faye got drunk again and, clinging to Sean’s neck, cried, “Do you know, I once liked you, but you didn’t like me. You liked Anna, so I had to like Peter…” “Peter won’t like you. Leave him,” Sean said solemnly.
“Leave him… who else would be my other half?” Faye said seriously. Sean also said seriously, “Remember when we held a wedding when we were kids? If no one else is there, I’ll step in.” Faye laughed and nodded.
After confirming her relationship with Sean, Faye secretly met with Peter once. “Thank you, Peter, for helping me with my love plan.” “I should thank you. Otherwise, who knows when Christina would realize my importance,” Peter said.
Stagnant waters needed ripples. They each acted as the pebble that stirred the still waters of the other’s heart, making the river of love lively. Faye and Peter toasted with soda, celebrating the success of their love conspiracy.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
