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    His words momentarily extinguished Cathy’s warm smile. She pursed her lips, then nced at the waiter. “In that case, I’ll have the carameltte.”


    After the waiter left, Cathy turned to Kristopher with a look of curiosity. “When did you have the carameltte here?” She winked at him and added, “Was it during a time I wasn’t around, and you visited here alone, thinking of me?”


    Kristopher offered a nonmittal smile, his gaze shifting towards the distant sign of Nawrin University, his expression growing thoughtful. Indeed, he had been to this café before, but he hadn’t been alone.


    Back then, Kristopher had just emerged from a half-year-long vegetative state, awakening from a deepa and resistant to any changes in the outside world. Each day, he would sit stubbornly in his wheelchair, refusing to stand, interact, ormunicate, often showing temperamental and even hysterical reactions.


    At the time, the person he resented the most was Belinda, who had married him while he was unconscious. Yet, she was also the one who showed him the most patience. Despite his resistance and angry outbursts, Belinda had persistently wheeled him to this very café, right near Nawrin University, always recounting tales of her student days there. She shared her journey from being seen as a simple country girl to slowly adjusting to urban life. Her diligent efforts paid off as she made close friends and earned the respect of her peers.


    Her stories were cliché and mundane, but she would often be lost in her memories, herughter filling the air as she recounted tales of old friends and past experiences.


    At first, Kristopher was dismissive, frequently cutting her off with biting sarcasm, convinced that she was beyond any reason.


    But over time, her persistent sincerity, evident in the sparkle of her eyes, began to sway him. Eventually, not only did he listen, but he also began to join her willingly, sipping her favorite carameltte as she repeated those same stories.


    Though hesitant to admit it, her vibrant energy genuinely affected him. Under its influence, he started to ept himself as someone who had been seriously ill and began to embrace the world that had nearly forsaken him. The road to recovery, relearning, standing tall again, and regaining control of the Cox Group was steep.


    In this journey, Belinda and her stories yed a crucial role. There was even a time when he thought spending his life with someone like Belinda wouldn’t be too bad.


    That was until he discovered her true motives and the reality behind her steadfast presence. From that point on, their interactions were purely obligatory, devoid of any deeper connection.


    He never returned to this café, and, over time, grew to dislike the taste of carameltte.


    “Kristopher?”


    Noticing Kristopher lost in thought, staring distantly at the university campus, Cathy’s brow furrowed in annoyance as she called his name.


    Snapping out of his reverie, he offered Cathy a smile. “Aren’t you going to show me around?”


    Her face showed a trace of difort. Back in the day, she had prioritized fun over her studies and failed to pass the entrance exams for any standard university, let alone the globally recognized Nawrin University.


    Four years ago, in a bid to convince Kristopher that she was his savior, she had gone to great lengths to craft a convincing but fake Nawrin University diploma.


    Despite her best efforts, a fake would always remain a fake.


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