He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 129: Chapter 129
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I woke up to arguing voices.
This was a shared ward, packed with people.
A nurse came with an IV replacement, instructing an intern:
"Keep an eye on this one—don't let her try anything again."
"I'd want to die too. Same accident, but the other girl's in a luxury suite."
Just then, a middle-aged woman with silver-rimmed glasses rushed through the door.
She seemed to have been searching for a while.
"Is Ms. Ivy here?"
I raised my hand, confused.
She handed me a confidential research contract:
"I have a research project that requires going abroad. Would you be interested in joining?"
Seeing my confusion, she explained:
"Your father submitted your academic records and awards, hoping I'd give you a chance."
"My dad?"
The woman nodded:
"Yes, your father."
"Years ago, I owed your father a favor. But looking at your qualifications, Miss Sterling, you're genuinely outstanding. I'm impressed."
"The question is whether you're willing."
Before I could answer, my phone suddenly rang—Mom calling.
Her first concern wasn't my health, but a command:
"Get to Isla's room and apologize to her the moment you're awake…"
This time, I hung up first.
Without hesitation, I signed the contract.
Seeing my decisiveness, she looked surprised and reminded me:
"The conditions are quite harsh. If you mind…"
I shook my head and smiled:
"I don't mind. When do we leave?"
As long as I could get out of here—away from everything and everyone—nothing else mattered.
"Three days. Is that convenient?"
"Perfect."
After my dragging Isla down with me and refusing to apologize, Mom completely gave up on me.
She was convinced I was evil by nature—the type to drag others down even in death.
At the family banquet, Victoria Sterling introduced Isla to everyone and publicly announced that Isla would inherit everything.
"Today I'm announcing something important—from now on, Isla is my daughter."
"In three days, she'll marry into the Hartwell family."
Isla held Xavier's arm while everyone praised them as a perfect match.
So this was the surprise he'd prepared for me.
Wanted to watch me lose it?
Not gonna happen.
I didn't care anymore.
Because in three days, I'd be gone.
I looked up and forced my lips into a smile:
"Congrats. True love wins and all that."
Xavier suddenly seemed restless.
He felt like Ivy's reaction was way too calm.
It shouldn't be like this.
Isla happily grabbed my hand and shook it.
She pressed right on my wound, acting oblivious, and said excitedly:
"That's amazing! I won't hold the jumping thing against you! You'll come to my engagement party, right?"
Xavier snapped back to attention and scoffed:
"Why would she come…"
"Don't worry, I won't be there."
Xavier froze, glancing up at me.
I took a deep breath, and when I looked up again, my lips curved into a smile:
"I wish you guys a lifetime of happiness."
The day I went back to campus to pack, my advisor sighed:
"Girls need to be more careful about these things."
"No matter how much you love someone, you shouldn't allow that kind of behavior."
"If he really cared about you, he wouldn't have filmed it."
The withdrawal form sat in my hands:
"And don't take your life so lightly. No more stupid stunts, okay?"
With my flight in six hours, I nodded frantically, just wanting to get out of there fast.
Walking out the campus gates, I ran into Xavier again—cigarette between his fingers, unlit. He was leaning against the car door, seemed to be waiting for someone.
Next second, a white dress fluttered in the wind—someone came out.
Seeing Isla emerge, he immediately hid the cigarette.
She pretended to be mad:
"Were you smoking again?"
"Nah, you hate it, right?"
I remembered long ago when I said I didn't like the smell of smoke, he'd laughed through the haze, teasing me:
"Ivy, I'm a heavy smoker. Deal with it?"
Turns out he wasn't a heavy smoker—I just wasn't the right person.
I forced a smile and tried to walk around them.
But someone wouldn't let me.
"Ivy! Where you headed? We'll give you a ride."
A ride was definitely better than the bus.
"Take me home to the mansion, thanks."
I was tired, so I let her pull me into the backseat.
Looking down, I saw a condom in plain sight.
"Oops, Xavier, why'd you leave this here?"
I couldn't be bothered guessing Isla's games.
Getting out, I properly handed it to Xavier:
"Keep track of this. Don't wanna be scrambling when you need it."
The man drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
That restless feeling was back.
"Xavier, let's go. The makeup artist's waiting."
The mansion was empty—even the housekeeper had gone to their engagement party.
This was a shared ward, packed with people.
A nurse came with an IV replacement, instructing an intern:
"Keep an eye on this one—don't let her try anything again."
"I'd want to die too. Same accident, but the other girl's in a luxury suite."
Just then, a middle-aged woman with silver-rimmed glasses rushed through the door.
She seemed to have been searching for a while.
"Is Ms. Ivy here?"
I raised my hand, confused.
She handed me a confidential research contract:
"I have a research project that requires going abroad. Would you be interested in joining?"
Seeing my confusion, she explained:
"Your father submitted your academic records and awards, hoping I'd give you a chance."
"My dad?"
The woman nodded:
"Yes, your father."
"Years ago, I owed your father a favor. But looking at your qualifications, Miss Sterling, you're genuinely outstanding. I'm impressed."
"The question is whether you're willing."
Before I could answer, my phone suddenly rang—Mom calling.
Her first concern wasn't my health, but a command:
"Get to Isla's room and apologize to her the moment you're awake…"
This time, I hung up first.
Without hesitation, I signed the contract.
Seeing my decisiveness, she looked surprised and reminded me:
"The conditions are quite harsh. If you mind…"
I shook my head and smiled:
"I don't mind. When do we leave?"
As long as I could get out of here—away from everything and everyone—nothing else mattered.
"Three days. Is that convenient?"
"Perfect."
After my dragging Isla down with me and refusing to apologize, Mom completely gave up on me.
She was convinced I was evil by nature—the type to drag others down even in death.
At the family banquet, Victoria Sterling introduced Isla to everyone and publicly announced that Isla would inherit everything.
"Today I'm announcing something important—from now on, Isla is my daughter."
"In three days, she'll marry into the Hartwell family."
Isla held Xavier's arm while everyone praised them as a perfect match.
So this was the surprise he'd prepared for me.
Wanted to watch me lose it?
Not gonna happen.
I didn't care anymore.
Because in three days, I'd be gone.
I looked up and forced my lips into a smile:
"Congrats. True love wins and all that."
Xavier suddenly seemed restless.
He felt like Ivy's reaction was way too calm.
It shouldn't be like this.
Isla happily grabbed my hand and shook it.
She pressed right on my wound, acting oblivious, and said excitedly:
"That's amazing! I won't hold the jumping thing against you! You'll come to my engagement party, right?"
Xavier snapped back to attention and scoffed:
"Why would she come…"
"Don't worry, I won't be there."
Xavier froze, glancing up at me.
I took a deep breath, and when I looked up again, my lips curved into a smile:
"I wish you guys a lifetime of happiness."
The day I went back to campus to pack, my advisor sighed:
"Girls need to be more careful about these things."
"No matter how much you love someone, you shouldn't allow that kind of behavior."
"If he really cared about you, he wouldn't have filmed it."
The withdrawal form sat in my hands:
"And don't take your life so lightly. No more stupid stunts, okay?"
With my flight in six hours, I nodded frantically, just wanting to get out of there fast.
Walking out the campus gates, I ran into Xavier again—cigarette between his fingers, unlit. He was leaning against the car door, seemed to be waiting for someone.
Next second, a white dress fluttered in the wind—someone came out.
Seeing Isla emerge, he immediately hid the cigarette.
She pretended to be mad:
"Were you smoking again?"
"Nah, you hate it, right?"
I remembered long ago when I said I didn't like the smell of smoke, he'd laughed through the haze, teasing me:
"Ivy, I'm a heavy smoker. Deal with it?"
Turns out he wasn't a heavy smoker—I just wasn't the right person.
I forced a smile and tried to walk around them.
But someone wouldn't let me.
"Ivy! Where you headed? We'll give you a ride."
A ride was definitely better than the bus.
"Take me home to the mansion, thanks."
I was tired, so I let her pull me into the backseat.
Looking down, I saw a condom in plain sight.
"Oops, Xavier, why'd you leave this here?"
I couldn't be bothered guessing Isla's games.
Getting out, I properly handed it to Xavier:
"Keep track of this. Don't wanna be scrambling when you need it."
The man drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
That restless feeling was back.
"Xavier, let's go. The makeup artist's waiting."
The mansion was empty—even the housekeeper had gone to their engagement party.
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