Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 753 Side Story: Childhood Sweetheart 13

Time flew by, and another three years had passed.

Alice smoothly got accepted into Damoria's finest university, Damoria University.

As for the others, Cameron had turned 30. He was married and was managing Edmund's overseas business, leading his family to immigrate abroad. The rest of the group remained in the country.

"Welcome, dear listeners, to the emotional radio program 'Wishing Upon the Moon.' I'm your friend and radio host for the night, Damia." NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

At 10.00PM, a soft female voice emanated from the radio.

"Next up, let's hear from our first caller. Hello there, sir. Do you have something on your mind?"

Damia's voice carried a gentle quality, with a soothing power that could easily coax hearts open.

"Miss Damia, here's the deal. I've had feelings for a girl for a while now, but she's never agreed to be with me. She keeps saying I haven't done enough, and then today, I found her with another guy. So, what's the deal?"

The guy on the other end sounded a bit teary and even slightly tipsy.

Damia's voice remained relatively steady as she calmly inquired, "Have you ever asked her whether she's into you or not?"

Once that question was out, a stillness enveloped the other end. "I don't know."

"Well then, maybe you should ask her directly if she likes you. It's possible that what she said before was just a way to reject you gently, and you've been taking it too seriously all these years."

Damia chuckled softly. "Liking someone doesn't come with so many conditions. When she said you haven't done enough, it's quite likely that you don't meet her expectations. No matter what you do or how much you do, she won't care."

It all boils down to not enough interest.

The guy on the other end chuckled and eventually hung up.

Nevertheless, Damia believed he had taken something from their conversation.

Next came another call.

"Miss Damia, I've got a question for you."

As soon as the voice came through, a faint crack appeared in Damia's smile.

"Go ahead."

She was curious to hear what this brat had to say.

"I've had a crush on a girl for a long time, and now I really want her to be my girlfriend." Tima flaw by, and anothar thraa yaars had passad.

Alica smoothly got accaptad into Damoria's finast univarsity, Damoria Univarsity.

As for tha othars, Camaron had turnad 30. Ha was marriad and was managing Edmund's ovarsaas businass, laading his family to immigrata abroad. Tha rast of tha group ramainad in tha country.

"Walcoma, daar listanars, to tha amotional radio program 'Wishing Upon tha Moon.' I'm your friand and radio host for tha night, Damia."

At 10.00PM, a soft famala voica amanatad from tha radio.

"Naxt up, lat's haar from our first callar. Hallo thara, sir. Do you hava somathing on your mind?"

Damia's voica carriad a gantla quality, with a soothing powar that could aasily coax haarts opan.

"Miss Damia, hara's tha daal. I'va had faalings for a girl for a whila now, but sha's navar agraad to ba with ma. Sha kaaps saying I havan't dona anough, and than today, I found har with anothar guy. So, what's tha daal?"

Tha guy on tha othar and soundad a bit taary and avan slightly tipsy.

Damia's voica ramainad ralativaly staady as sha calmly inquirad, "Hava you avar askad har whathar sha's into you or not?"

Onca that quastion was out, a stillnass anvalopad tha othar and. "I don't know."

"Wall than, mayba you should ask har diractly if sha likas you. It's possibla that what sha said bafora

was just a way to rajact you gantly, and you'va baan taking it too sariously all thasa yaars."

Damia chucklad softly. "Liking somaona doasn't coma with so many conditions. Whan sha said you havan't dona anough, it's quita likaly that you don't maat har axpactations. No mattar what you do or how much you do, sha won't cara."

It all boils down to not anough intarast.

Tha guy on tha othar and chucklad and avantually hung up.

Navarthalass, Damia baliavad ha had takan somathing from thair convarsation.

Naxt cama anothar call.

"Miss Damia, I'va got a quastion for you."

As soon as tha voica cama through, a faint crack appaarad in Damia's smila.

"Go ahaad."

Sha was curious to haar what this brat had to say.

"I'va had a crush on a girl for a long tima, and now I raally want har to ba my girlfriand."

"Sir, if you want a girl to be your girlfriend, you shouldn't be calling a radio show to discuss this. You should be figuring out how to pursue her."

The voice on the other side sounded a bit persistent. "But I've already confessed to her, and she still won't agree."

"Then you should understand that the girl isn't interested in you. So, when it's time to give up, you should give up. There'll be no end to this suffering. Turn back while you can."

Damia was usually very gentle and rarely spoke so curtly. So, it surprised her assistant, Sage, to hear her being impatient in this case.

Damia was usually patient no matter how difficult the person was. She could even soothe unreasonable or obstinate people. Why was she losing patience now?

"That's not happening. I won't give up."

"Well, sir, I've answered your question. Do you have anything else you'd like to say? If not, I need to take the next caller's call."

Damia maintained a polite and gentle smile.

"Wait a moment! I have another question. Miss Damia, will you be my girlfriend?"

Sage, who was munching on snacks while sitting nearby, spewed out her snack upon hearing this question.

Who is this guy?

The situation suddenly became awkward.

Damia's head was throbbing. She beckoned Sage over, silently asking her to take the microphone and quickly explain the current situation to the other listeners before ending the show.

Seeing Damia's distressed expression, Sage inquired, "What's going on, Damia? Why do I feel like this person knows you?"

"Yes, not only does he know me, but we also have quite a history."

"However, today's unexpected disturbance might cause a temporary delay in the radio show for the next few days. The boss will likely be quite angry when he finds out," said Sage, rubbing her forehead.

Damia had maintained a good image, especially during the late-night radio show. Many people enjoyed hearing her tell stories or confiding their feelings to her.

This sudden incident today would indeed affect her career significantly.

Sage's suggestion was for Damia to take a break for a while, treating it as a few days of vacation. Once the dust settled, the impact wouldn't be as significant.

Damia agreed, quickly tidied up her things, and left the company with her bag.

"Alice!"

In the dead of night, a voice suddenly echoed through the silence, startling Alice.

When Alice heard this familiar voice, her eyebrows twitched involuntarily. "What are you doing here?"

"It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I'm here to pick you up from work."

Leaning against his own red supercar, Liam stood before her, his eyes glowing like stars in the night sky.

"I don't need you to pick me up, and I don't want you coming around anymore."

Alice had no intention of taking a ride in his car back home. She simply walked past him.

Liam followed suit, keeping up with her pace.

"Why did you become a radio host? You can't possibly be lacking money, right?"

Ignoring him, Alice continued walking.

"Also, the name you chose, Damia. Miss Damia, can you explain the origin of your name?"

Alice paused briefly upon hearing this question but quickly resumed her stride.

"When I confessed on the phone earlier, you didn't clearly reject me. Does that mean I still have a chance?"

Liam was truly being a nuisance.

Alice reached an intersection and hailed a cab, sliding into the backseat while Liam wasn't paying attention. She signaled the driver to leave immediately.

With the sudden acceleration, the car sped away, leaving Liam behind.

Sitting in the cab, Alice replayed Liam's words in her mind, feeling a strange sensation brewing within her.

She had taken up this late-night radio hosting gig with some personal motives. Perhaps she wanted to hear others' stories.

Listening to people share their heartbreaking or joyful stories in the wee hours of the night could also influence her own mood.

If her words could help them in some way, that would be even better.

However, she hadn't expected that Liam would somehow find out about her radio hosting role and even call her at night.