The Second Male Lead's Pursuit Chapter 2

Michael wasn't lying.

Samantha had moved abroad four years ago and had never come back. In those four years, our relationship had been wonderful. We had never once fought over the ghost of his past love.

"I believe you," I said.

"Mom, he's lying…"

The hotel security finally arrived, unceremoniously hauling the girl out.

"False alarm, everyone! Let's continue, let's continue!"

"Now, where were we?"

Friends and family raised their glasses, trying to salvage the atmosphere, but it was impossible. The floral arrangements were knocked over, the aisle was a mess, and the officiant, having never witnessed such a scene, stood there in a daze.

The hotel manager came to apologize personally, offering to compensate us and reschedule the entire event.

"What kind of security are you running here? You can't even handle a teenage girl?" Michael's face was dark, a rare flash of anger directed at someone other than me.

Only after the manager left did his features soften. He rested his chin on my shoulder.

"You're not angry at all?"

How could I not be?

When the System had told me my task was complete, that I could go home, it also meant my story with Michael would end.

【You want to stay?】the System had asked.

"Yes. Michael just confessed to me."

I’d always read fairy tales and imagined the prince and princess lived happily ever after. Now, someone had just crashed my own fairy tale to tell me the ending was a complete train wreck.

My mind was a chaotic mess. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

A pair of strong arms pulled me into an embrace.

Michael, half-asleep, murmured as his hand moved down, finding my cold feet. "Did the cold wake you?"

He expertly tucked my feet under his shirt to warm them, shivering himself from the chill but pulling me even tighter.

Listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, I just shook my head, trying to banish the chaotic thoughts from my mind.