Me After Meeting You

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When Ian saw Amber’s sour face, he walked over and asked, “Is this bad?”

“It’s good!” Amber said, her teeth aching as she did so. “But buying so many ….”

‘How often are you planning to use these? Did you know that condoms have an expiration date?’

Ian took one out of the box and looked at it. “Are there that many?” He opened it and counted the smaller packets within. “24 boxes with 12 small boxes in each one,” His calculation skills weren’t bad. “288 small boxes. They won’t last for even a year.”

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“There are three condoms in each box. Is that too little?”

‘Mom, mom, can I move back home now? Department head, I’m regretting my earlier decision. Can I send this guy to jail?’ Amber Crying in her heart.

When she saw Ian’s justified expression, Amber actually thought back to when she was still in school. Her roommates had once tried to prove that it was reasonable for men to have sex three times a night based on psychology and physiology. What had been their conclusion then?

She turned frantic. “Why did you let him buy all these?”

“They’re cheap.”

‘Aren’t you rich? Did you have to save and skimp on this, of all things?’

Amber’s face turned a deep red again. When she thought of Billy’s mocking face, she decided in her heart that she didn’t want to see him for the next year!

Ian watched Amber grow enraged, and reluctantly tried to pacify her. “Alright, I admit my real reason isn’t this. I’m not lacking money.”

Amber, in her heart, thought, ‘That’s not what I’m concerned about!!’

Then, Ian continued to say, “It’s just that I don’t want him to disrupt us. So, when he said that he wanted to come over, I told him that there were two conditions.” As if he felt that the trauma that Amber had just suffered wasn’t enough, Mr. Axton clearly explained, “First, we are going to do it, so third wheels aren’t welcome. Second, if he wanted to give any sort of gifts, then he could just send me condoms.”

Amber … spat out a glob blood.

She clutched her chest and despairingly moaned. “Mr. Axton, just how thick is your skin?”

Ian coolly replied, “Quite thick, thank you.”

He had taken over her apartment, but this wasn’t enough for him, because he went on to say, “I don’t like outsiders at my place, so don’t call people over in the future. As for your parents, I’ve already bought the neighboring apartment, so when the renovation for that one is finished, they can move in at any time.”

Amber beat her chest forcefully, completely giving up on communicating with him.

Since the boxes were very well organized, it didn’t take long to unpack everything and put them in their proper places. After just half the day had passed, everything was already done.

More specifically, they officially finished moving in at 3:30 PM. Amber had always felt that she was pretty decent at packing and unpacking, but compared to Ian, she suddenly felt like she had been living a rough, uncultured life.

Ian often made her feel like this. For example, although she liked flowers, she didn’t know how to arrange them artistically. Thus, she usually bought just one or two of them and arranged them in a basic small long-necked vase, considering that sufficient.

Ian, by comparison, actually did know flower arrangement, and after they tidied everything up, he ordered a large bouquet of flowers. When they arrived, he brought them over to the balcony, where he sat, basking in the setting sun as he slowly and meticulously arranged the flowers. Gradually, a beautiful vase took form!

And what’s more, Ian also knew how to cook, and it wasn’t anything like Amber’s instant noodles with egg kind of cooking. Rather, he made a proper Western meal: a sauteed steak, pizza, salmon, lobster, and even a mouth-watering chocolate cake from scratch!

Of course, it did take a lot of time at any rate, when Amber saw him dressed in an apron and preparing food in the kitchen, her initial comments were, “Wow, you can even make food! Your movements seem both handsome and practised,” but they quickly became, “Is it ready? I’m about to starve! Just make something. I really don’t care anymore.” Even when Amber offered to help, he disdainfully told her that she was in the way and chased her out.

Finally, when it was almost eight o’clock, Ian told Amber, who was so ravenous that she was sitting on the sofa and reading a book upside down, “We can start eating now.”

Amber expectantly went over and saw a luxuriant and exquisite dinner laid out in front of her.

The decadent food, bottle of red wine, fresh flowers, and even candles all contributed to the extravagant atmosphere. However, the most striking part of the picture was obviously the handsome man standing by the side of the table, who was dressed in a simple outfit of a white shirt and black pants, with a clear and picturesque look in his eyes.

But Amber was instead thinking, ‘Goodness, am I a fake person?’

Despite how romantic the dinner in front of her was, she nonetheless felt somewhat regretful, because she actually preferred Chinese style cuisine ….

But she still had to thank him, of course. “Thank you for your hard work.”

While Ian opened the bottle of wine, he murmured, “It wasn’t hard. Before I eat you, I have to let you at least eat something good.”

Amber, dumbfounded, thought to herself, ‘Can I not eat this meal?!’

Even as her face remained serious. “Are you joking?”