"Millicent, why are you so quiet? Am I that scary?" Elio asked as he drove.
Elio felt that Millicent was always quiet when she was with him, but she was very chatty when she was with Irene. Was he really that scary? He felt a little upset.
"N-No, how could you be scary?" Millicent answered quickly. She was afraid Elio would misunderstand.
"I like you. How can I be afraid of you?" Millicent could only keep this to herself.
"Is that true? Then why do I feel that you treat me differently from the way you treat Irene and Edward?" Elio asked bluntly. He felt that they were quite similar, able to speak whatever was on their minds.
"How could it be the same?" Millicent blurted out. Immediately after, she thought she responded too quickly and regretted it.
They were at a traffic light now, so Elio braked and looked at Millicent curiously. He asked, "Oh, what's the difference?"
She was shocked and took a while to react. "Everyone is different, so you'll definitely feel different with different people. Don't you think so?" Millicent answered hurriedly.
"Of course it's different. How could it be the same? You're the person I like. They're just my best friends. How could feelings of friendship and love feel the same?" Millicent thought.
She suddenly remembered that Elio was still learning how to paint. She didn't expect he would be so straightforward. Millicent looked at Elio unconsciously, lost in her thoughts. She didn't notice that Elio was staring at her too.
"Honk! Are you guys going to move? Don't block the road!" Elio was the first to snap out of it. He saw that the light had already turned green—no wonder the people behind were scolding them. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed, so he drove away quickly.
"Millicent, why did you look at me like that?" Elio asked straightforwardly. He wasn't sure why he didn't want to conceal anything before Millicent and would ask her whatever was on his mind every time.
Elio was dazed when he saw Millicent staring at him wide-eyed. Now that he had snapped out of it, he felt what just happened was very strange.
"I...I wasn't! You must've been mistaken about something!" Millicent squeaked. She was surprised by another one of his abrupt questions and felt rather embarrassed. Millicent couldn't let him know she liked him, so she was stunned.
"Oh, I was mistaken?" Elio said, as though he understood. However, he knew she was lying because she couldn't meet his gaze.
"Of course! What else could it be?!" Millicent lied. She was confident she did a pretty good job at lying. However, she didn't know that Elio had already seen through her.
"Okay, it's my bad," Elio said coyly. He found Millicent very cute. She didn't seem like a person who had been out in the secular field for years.
Millicent would never admit that she had been staring at Elio dazedly. She would keep this a secret until she died, for it was just too embarrassing! Silence fell over them even though they wanted to talk to each other.
"Alright, this is my home. Elio, do you want to come in and have a seat?" Millicent asked as she looked at the familiar villa. She could finally go home and get some well-needed sleep. It was late by the time she was done having dinner with the Wilson family, and she was tired.
"Yeah, you look tired. You should sleep soon," Elio said with concern. He appreciated the fact that Millicent was still humble despite being from a rich family when he saw the luxurious villa in front of him.
Elio was also born in a rich family, so he knew a lot of rich girls. However, they were pretentious and bad-tempered. So when he met Irene by chance, he felt she was completely different from those young ladies.
"You're back, Millicent. Who is this gentleman?" Jennifer asked happily. She had been waiting for her daughter to return. She knew she wasn't in a relationship, so she didn't know why Millicent wasn't home yet at such a late hour.
Jennifer knew that she was having dinner with Irene's family and had already left their house. But it was late, and she was worried because she hadn't seen Millicent yet.
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