Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 585

Charlize's memory wasn't that good, so there were many things from her childhood that she couldn't remember. It's probably because I lead too happy of a life that I never reminisce about the past. I genuinely can't recall anything related to Spencer. A decade ago, I was only thirteen and living at home. I don't remember anything special happening that year. My life was the same as always. Just spending time in school and at home.

Having failed to recall anything special about that year, she turned to glance at her brother. “Charles.”

Upon hearing her voice, Charles opened his eyes and turned to her. “What's the matter? Have you thought things through? Have you made up your mind to refrain from getting into a relationship this early?”

Charlize rolled her eyes. “No. I want to ask if you've met Spencer ten years ago.” Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles' expression clouded over when he heard his sister's words. “No.”

“I overheard your conversation earlier! He said he met me a decade ago, and you didn't ask him about it. Thus, it's obvious that you met him too during that time! Did he used to live in the same neighborhood as ours but move away later? That doesn't seem right, though. His family isn't that well- off...” Charlize knew her brother too well and was aware that she would never get an answer from him no matter how hard she tried.

Therefore, she stopped asking questions and muttered endlessly instead.

As expected, Charles relented not long after. “Are you that eager to know?”

Charlize nodded immediately as she stared intently at her brother.

After staring at her briefly, Charles answered, “You had a gathering with your classmates during winter break that year. You came across a boy on your way home. Don't you remember?”

I genuinely do not want to remind her of this, but I know her too well. If I keep my mouth shut, she'll pester me all day.

Charlize was momentarily taken aback before swiftly remembering what happened. Oh yeah! It was my first time attending a class gathering, but I ended up arguing with my classmates. Halfway through the gathering, I even called Charles, asking him to send someone to pick me up. However, he came personally, probably because he could tell I was upset through the phone. Jadeborough was greeted with a snowstorm that night. A classmate of mine confessed his love for me during the gathering. The others encouraged me to accept him as my boyfriend, but I rejected him, so my female classmates accused me of being pretentious. That was probably the first time I argued with someone. I almost couldn't hold back my tears when I saw Charles, but since I'm already thirteen, I told myself I must not cry easily. As such, I resisted the urge to cry. I felt so horrible and upset on the way home that I didn't even listen to what Charles said. I remember staring out the window in a daze. There was nothing but snow outside. Frankly, I don't know what I was staring at or thinking. I didn't even notice it when Charles left the car to buy me a snack. Suddenly, I saw a boy on the side of the road. He was only wearing two thin shirts despite the heavy snow. The tattered and oversized school uniform on him made him appear scrawny. He caught my attention because he was the only person on the empty street that night. I watched him trudge forward in the snow at a snail's pace. He soon collapsed after he strode forward for a dozen meters.

Charlize remembered how shocked she was back then. As soon as she snapped back to her senses,

the first thing she did was open the car door and bolt toward the boy.

Charles, who had just returned, sprinted forward and pulled Charlize into his arms before the latter could touch the boy.

Charlize didn't notice the wounds on the boy's face from a distance away, but after she was close enough, she spotted his injuries. Turning to look at her brother, she whined with a look of pity in her eyes, imploring him to help. “Charles...”

Charles handed her the snacks he had just bought and carried the boy in his arms. The brother-and- sister duo then sent the boy to the hospital.

The doctor told them that the boy was running a high fever and that he would've died the next morning if he had been left outside in that weather.

Charlize thought she had done a good deed and no longer felt as upset about what happened during the gathering. Sadly, the boy still didn't regain consciousness until Charlize and Charles left.

However, Charles promised he'd ask the family driver to send Charlize to the hospital the next morning so she could check on the boy. To her surprise, the boy was already gone by the time she arrived at the ward. The nurse told her he woke up about an hour after Charlize left the night before, stubbornly removed the needle from his arm, and ambled out of the building.

Charlize was so disappointed when she heard that and was worried that he'd faint again. If he did, he might not be as lucky to meet another good samaritan who would bring him to a hospital. She remembered being so worried that she tried searching for the boy, but sadly, she knew too little about

him. The only thing she was certain of was that he was a student from Central High School.

It was impossible to locate him based on that information alone, and she was basically trying to search for a needle in a haystack. A semester later, she gave up and stopped looking for him. After she attended high school, she would think about the boy she met that night from time to time. Despite her attempts to search for him again, she still couldn't determine his whereabouts. As time passed, she gradually forgot about him. After all, that wasn't something very important to her. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect the boy to be Spencer. What a twist of fate.

All of a sudden, an indescribable feeling bubbled in her heart.

Spencer told me he knew me a decade ago. Does that mean he already liked me since we first met? She couldn't help but blush as she thought about that.

When the car stopped inside the Johnson residence, the driver opened the door.

Charles frowned when he saw that Charlize wasn't moving. “We're home, Charlize.”

Upon hearing her brother's voice, Charlize snapped back to her senses and peered at him. “Got it.”

The look in Charles' eyes changed when he spotted his sister's reddish cheeks. “Why does your face look flushed? Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?”

Embarrassed, Charlize shook her head. “No. It's getting late, Charles. I need to take a bath and rest. Goodnight!”

As she spoke, she bolted into the mansion and soon disappeared from Charles' sight.