The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

Just keep it as it is now, and wait for a bit.

Maybe in a few days he’ll calm down and won’t take it seriously anymore.

Mia Ginger sighed softly, feeling a bit distracted when suddenly her phone in her pocket started vibrating.

It startled her awake.

Mia took out her phone and glanced at it.

An unknown phone number sent a text, "What are you doing?"

Huh?

Mia was completely puzzled.

She stared at it for a while, thinking someone might have texted the wrong number, when another message popped up, "It’s Dallas Taylor."

Instructor?

Mia was incredibly surprised, even feeling some unexpected joy, and replied, "In an elective class."

"How have you been lately?" Dallas asked again.

"Not bad."

"Hmm, not bad? It seems like you’re not doing well, is something bothering you?"

Mia stared at the sentence blankly, pausing for a moment, then replied, "No."

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No?

Dallas, dressed in a sharp suit, sat upright in the passenger seat. Looking at these brief two words made his mood turn sour; he didn’t reply, put away his phone, and asked the middle-aged man driving beside him, "How is he?"

"Just out of the emergency room. Before going in, he was calling to see you, and now he’s finally got his wish." The man sighed, glancing at him.

Dallas sneered, leaning back into his seat.

With a sarcastic tone, the middle-aged man didn’t mind, and added, "What happened in the past is past. It’s been years, the Chairman hasn’t had it easy either; he’s been thinking about you and your mother all this time, and didn’t let that woman into the house, did he? Now that his body is failing, he’s been longing to see you. When you meet, at least give him a smile..."

Dallas turned his head to look out the window, completely ignoring the conversation.

The middle-aged man sighed helplessly, continuing his emotional persuasion, "The Chairman’s been keeping an eye on your achievements over the years, extremely proud, always saying you’re truly Jett Williams’ son. In my opinion, switching careers is great, this group is such a big enterprise, if you don’t take over, there really won’t be anyone else."

"I’m not doing it for him." Dallas replied without turning his head.

"Haha." The middle-aged man chuckled, "No matter what, father and son are still father and son. This relationship can’t be denied, even if the bones break, they’re still connected."

Dallas was silent again.

He kept his face cold, not looking at him, expressionless.

Seeing his unpleasant expression, the middle-aged man stopped talking, concentrating on driving.

Dallas sat for a while, truly bored and somewhat uncomfortable with what he was wearing, so he took off his suit jacket and tossed it into the back seat.

He also unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

The cuffs were also undone.

The driving man saw him like this and reached to turn on the warm air.

Dallas glanced at him and stopped him, "No need, I’m not cold."

"It’s different for soldiers." The middle-aged man chuckled and let him be.

Dallas withdrew his gaze and took out his phone again.

Looking at the messages in the conversation.

[In an elective class.]

[Not bad.]

[No.]

Not bad means not so good.

No is... refusing to communicate?

What’s with this girl, something’s not right.

Having been around for a month, he figured he quite understood her, with her cold exterior and warm interior.

By the end, her eyes clearly showed respect and gratitude towards him; how long has it been, and her attitude became so unlikable?

Dallas furrowed his brows thinking for a moment, then put the phone away again.

Meanwhile—

Mia also put her phone away since he didn’t reply.

Regarding Koa Jackson’s matters, she didn’t want to mention them to anyone.

Only willing to let others know the good side, but keeping the unhappiness desperately hidden.

"Hey."

Windsor Myres suddenly nudged her with an elbow.

"Hmm?"

Mia looked up, nearly shedding tears from her eyes.

"Mia Ginger!"

The teacher on the podium calling out names yelled again.

"Present."

Mia raised her hand for a moment, standing up.

The teacher looked at her a couple of times, smiled, "No need to stand, just answer is fine, sit down."

Mia sat back down.

Windsor Myres suspiciously looked at her, "What’s up with you? Why are you crying?"

"It’s nothing."

"Nothing?" Windsor frowned deeply, "Did Louis Cox annoy you?"

"Nothing to do with him."

"Then..." Windsor hesitated and said, "Wouldn’t be Koa Jackson, right?"

"..." Mia was stunned, her expression quickly betraying her.

"It’s really him, what did he do to you?" Windsor grumbled in frustration, and seeing Mia just not talking, suddenly felt angry and said through clenched teeth, "Men aren’t worth a damn."

Mia still didn’t speak.

Unfulfilled, Windsor turned to glance at Camden River who sat a spot away.

Camden River looked ahead indifferently, expressionless, without even sparing a glance.

Windsor suddenly got furious.

She leaned closer to the boy beside her, smiling, "What’s your name, classmate?"

"Uh." The boy sat between her and Camden River, already feeling awkward, and now with her suddenly talking, was restless, stammering, "Ali Harris."

"Harris?" Windsor chuckled, flipping through his textbook, as if in thought, "Oh, it’s that Harris from glorious!"

"Uh... yeah." The boy nervously glanced at Camden River, not knowing what to do, when Windsor suddenly hugged his arm, smiling, "I think your name sounds nice, but I never seem to write that character well, can you teach me?"

"Huh?"

Windsor took his right hand with her left, placing it on her right hand, smiling, "Like this, teach me hands-on."