Chapter 10
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This is an unwavering commitment deep in my heart.
Even if Lily doesn't choose to be with me in the end.
Even if we can only be passing travelers in each other's lives, I still want to be good to her forever.
Thinking back to when I was fifteen, that little girl with two small braids who looked like a sweet rice ball always followed me around calling me "big brother."
She wanted to stick with me whether eating or sleeping, soft, tender, fragrant, and sweet.
She gave me a new understanding of girls.
Especially girls like her—soft, cute, and with such a sweet smile.
Just looking at her, I could eat an extra bowl of rice, sleep more soundly at night.
But after she left, I became that lonely, isolated Sterling again.
I truly realized that my perception of cute and sweet girls was only because of her. She was the only exception.
During those years in the Grant Family, my identity and background as the Grant Family's adopted son forced me to experience many turning points in my life.
The most dangerous one almost cost me my life.
During the month I was in a coma, I didn't have the courage to face the truth that I was the Grant Family's adopted son. It was a pair of soft, tender little hands that tried to pull me out of the darkness whenever I wanted to give up.
Sure enough, I woke up.
Perhaps this was the fate destined between us.
Indeed, it was destiny.
Within less than half a year, I saw that figure in the night.
I recognized her at first glance.
Unfortunately, she didn't seem to recognize me.
I had someone investigate her situation at that time.
I must admit, this part makes me seem quite despicable.
Her daily whereabouts were under my surveillance.
Of course, she knew nothing about it.
I wasn't at ease with her working in such an environment at eighteen, so naturally I had people protect her the entire time.
My friends teased me, saying I was an old bull going after tender grass. I didn't refute it.
Just because I didn't refute it, those friends got ideas.
Perhaps that night she gave herself to me while in an unclear state of mind; for her, it was just an accident.
But even though I was drugged, I was very clear that she was the one I had always wanted.
So, for me, it wasn't an accident; many of those scenes even overlapped with what I had dreamed about multiple times.
Afterward, I slapped myself hard and cursed: "You beast!"
But I swore I would be a loyal and faithful beast.
I would be good to her for the rest of my life!
It's just that the way we started our relationship was wrong from the beginning.
When she said she had someone she liked, and that person wasn't me, and she wanted to leave and marry someone else.
I was very hurt and angry at the time, but I still had to respect her decision.
I told her to never appear in front of me again.
It was because I feared I couldn't control my inner possessiveness—if I saw her again, I would inevitably fight and compete for her.
Fortunately, everything is developing in the direction I want.
