Chapter 3 Right Guess for the Start

After hearing my explanation, Miss May wanted to say something but held back. Gradually, I noticed her face was starting to blush.

I did not expect that at her age, she could still blush like a young girl. I could not help but feel something burning in my heart.

“Look, I washed your clothes and bedsheet last night,” I said as I pointed at the clothes drying on the balcony.

Miss May glanced at the balcony and saw her evening gown and stockings were hung on the balcony to dry. Feeling a little embarrassed, she said, “I’m really sorry. It must have been exhausting for you to get me back here last night, and yet I made you have to wash my clothes.”

I smiled and said, “It was an easy job and it was my pleasure to do so, Miss May.”

She then looked at me from head to toe in a strange manner.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

“I can’t believe it.” Miss May sighed, “You’ve grown up so much, how is it possible for us to not get old right?”

“Miss May, you’re not old at all. You haven’t changed at all from the last time I saw you, so I recognized you at a glance last night,” I said.

I feared that the feeling of a gap between a senior and junior would form between us. If we started feeling this way, it would be difficult to develop intimacy between us.

Miss May heard that I was complimenting her, she smiled and said, “You don’t have to make me feel better. After all these years, you’ve grown up, so how can I not have physically changed?”

“What I said is true,” I said earnestly, “you haven’t changed much. While there’s a saying that time is a woman's biggest nemesis, it looks like your nemesis is a little weak.”

Miss May finally smiled. This time, it was a natural smile, making my heart feel as sweet as honey.

It seemed that the starting of our reunion story was very wonderful, at least I felt very satisfied with it.

A good beginning is half the battle won. I thought that after this near-perfect starting point, my relationship with Miss May would improve in leaps and bounds.

However, I had only guessed the start right, not the end.

In order to express her gratitude to me, Miss May insisted on making me breakfast.

I pretended to be polite and accepted it with pleasure.

It was not just for enjoying homemade breakfast prepared by Miss May, but more importantly, this was a scene I had dreamed of numerous times.

On a night when I was feeling hungry and thirsty during my teenage years, I had dreamed of Miss May becoming my virtuous wife dressed in a sexy outfit, cooking for me in the kitchen.

Then I walked in and hugged her from behind gently. She turned around and looked at me, then we kissed. Her blouse was wafer-thin, while her skirt was very short. I got hot and lifted her skirt up, then did something that should not have happened.

Given that it was my first wet dream, my memory of the dream was especially vivid.

When Miss May put on an apron and walked into the kitchen, I instantly had this overwhelming feeling of dreams coming true!

Sitting on the couch, I watched Miss May being busy in the kitchen while imagining everything that happened in my dream, making me feel a burst of excitement.

When Miss May looked up inadvertently and noticed that I was watching her, she asked, “Why are you looking at me with such eagerness? Are you hungry?”

I quickly responded, “No, no, the way you cook is very charming to see.”

Miss May smiled and raised her head. She sighed, “Actually, I haven’t cooked for a long time.”

“But your cooking skills are not lost.” I said, “the taste is really good.”

“How didn’t I notice you when you were a kid, you’re so good at sweet-talking.” Miss May said with a smile.

The atmosphere while we had our breakfast was warm and pleasant. We talked a lot about the past, and it was a joyful moment.

Halfway through our conversation, Miss May answered a call abruptly. Her face looked like she was in a hurry, then she picked up her bag and said, “I have something urgent to do, and I’m a little late. Gotta go now. I’ll talk to you some other time when I’m free.”

I did not expect that such a wonderful atmosphere would come to an abrupt end. While feeling a little reluctant to let her go, since she had something urgent to attend to, I did not dare to delay her. I only watched her leave in a hurry.

After she left, I instantaneously realized I had made a foolish mistake.

Both Miss May and I had not left any contact information for each other.

Upon realizing this blunder, I quickly put down the dishes and utensils, pulled the door open, and rushed out after her.

Unfortunately, I did not see Miss May at all, even after running to the entrance of my neighborhood.

Feeling regretful, I literally felt like ending my life. How could I neglect something so crucial?

I had been waiting for ten years for us to finally be reunited, and yet I forgot the most important question!

This was like making a perfect dish, only to find out that no salt was added to it.

I could only hope that Miss May would come to me after realizing this. She knew my address after all.

In the following days, I went home on time after work almost every day. Whenever Zach and the gang asked me out, I declined all of their invites. I stayed home on weekends, concerned that I would not be at home when Miss May came to look for me.

To my disappointment, however, half of the year had passed, and there was still no news. Miss May had not come to meet me.

This made me disheartened. I realized that this reunion was not as precious in Miss May’s heart as it was in mine. I guessed she thought that it was all just a coincidence to have met a neighbor from before on the day she was drunk. That was it.

Without any contact information, we were merely relying on fate. This city was so big and crowded. I did not think it was possible for me to bump into Miss May again.

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One day, I went on a blind date at a cafe named “Soulmate” on Nanjing Street. Honestly, for a twenty-four-year-old guy like me, although I did not have a girlfriend, I had just graduated from college, so I had not reached the age of a leftover man that was forced to go on dates all the time.

This was all because my date was my mom’s friend’s daughter. Her name was Chloe Bennett. According to my mom, not only was she beautiful, she had a good education and family background. From my mother’s perspective, she’s a near-perfect daughter in law. Even though I had declined multiple times, my mom persisted and kept urging me to meet with her. The woman never grew tired of it.

In the end, I could not stand it anymore, so I reluctantly agreed to meet her. This was so that my mom would give up. After all, I planned to find a random excuse to stop seeing her after our first date.

I went to meet her with this mentality. What I did not expect was that Chloe was actually beautiful. She was dressed in a beige long skirt that complemented her slender figure and fair skin. She was the quiet and gentle type, with appropriate behavior and manner of speech too. To describe my feelings with one sentence, I could say I was relieved to see her.

I could tell that she had a decent impression of me. First of all, my physical qualities were deemed satisfactory. In addition to that, I had quite a good sense of humor. At least she laughed at my jokes.

We had a pleasant conversation during our date.

Just as Chloe was heading to the washroom, by chance, I noticed a voluptuous woman sitting behind me . Although her back was facing me, I was immediately attracted to her just by glimpsing at her back.

She was dressed in a red tight skirt, a pair of black stockings, and high heels - a typical mature woman look.

As I took a closer look, I was surprised to find that the woman turned out to be Miss May!