You Owe Me, My Love novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385 The Impossibility Of Letting Go And Wishing Others Well

“You’re overthinking it. See, I still have a whole head of black hair, but yours is starting to gray. And you say you want to live longer than me? Hah, that’s absurd!” Mo Xue was not being nice about it.

“Fine. We’ll agree that you’ll live a long life. Happy now? Anyways, I have a proposal for you.” Stephen stirred them back to the main topic.

“What is it? Judging by your face, I don’t think it’s any sort of good news.” Mo Xue rolled her eyes at Stephen.

“Didn’t you say that when you get older, you want me to paint a portrait of you, and name it ‘Dream Come True’? Well, let me do it while I’m still living and breathing,” Stephen said.

Mo Xue was tempted. The sharp glare in her eyes softened. “Not today. It’s Ai Wei’er’s birthday, after all. I have time tomorrow. We can talk about the specific time and place later.”

“Before we do that, I’d like to introduce a friend to you,” said Stephen.

Mo Xue looked toward Wu Nian, who was standing next to the man. “Your lover?” she assumed.

“Nonsense, Xue’er. She’s currently Aaron’s girlfriend, from A city, and she wants to be your business partner there,” Stephen explained upfront.

Mo Xue dropped her gaze and crossed her arms. “I’m afraid that I already have a partner in A City.”

“Do reconsider, please.” Stephen softened his tone.

Mo Xue knitted her brows. “Who is she to you? Why are you so willing to regard money as dirt and plead on her behalf?”

“Ollie and Lisa were the murderers who killed Kyle. And then she helped me locate Casey, the murderer who killed Ollie and Lisa. She also saved my life at the most critical moment. Xue’er, can you help me just this once?” Stephen said softly.

“She saved you? Then doesn’t that make her my enemy?” Mo Xue scoffed in disdain.

“If that’s what you think, then consider this my mistake. I shall take my leave, and I hope I don’t have to see you again in this lifetime.” Stephen strode toward the door after dropping that statement.

Mixed emotions crossed Mo Xue’s face at that. “Wait!” she called out.

Stephen whirled around and gave her a side-eye.

“I.. I’ll think about it,” Mo Xue said in a solemn tone.

Stephen smiled. “It’s your daughter’s birthday, and your lover’s here too. I won’t stay long to build your resentment. When you have time tomorrow, give me a call.”

Mo Xue watched Stephen go and her eyes darkened.

Wu Nian did not quite understand Mo Xue.

She spotted reluctance in Mo Xue’s eyes, but the older woman clearly just had a sexual encounter with Su Xuyan.

Perhaps, for her, sex and love can be managed separately, was what Wu Nian thought.

She had a classmate from the United States who once did a survey. If a man told his girlfriend that he had five girlfriends in the past, how would she react?

The answers that turned up vary among the Chanaeans, the Americans, and the Jetroinians.

The American girlfriend did not get mad. She would even joke with the man, acting as though she cared very little, if at all. The Chanaean girlfriend was furious. She would question him, doubt him, feel disappointed and unbearable, cry, and even get hysterical. The Jetroinian girlfriend would commend him on the surface and then suffer in silence behind his back.

Many developed countries were becoming less and less sensitive when it came to sex. Similarly, more relationships tended to fail as feelings weakened, while marriage became just another mode of interaction.

“Mo Xue! Who’s Mo Xue?” a woman yelled.

Wu Nian snapped out of her trance and turned her attention to the woman.

The woman charged aggressively toward her target and gave Mo Xue a slap on the face. Outraged, she barked at Mo Xue, “Spill it! You’re the one who infected Su Xuyan, aren’t you? Because of you, I have AIDS now!”

Mo Xue cupped her cheek. She should be mad about it, but when she heard what the woman said, her mood shifted to one of surprise and panic. “You mean Su Xuyan has AIDS?”

“I’ve checked all the women he slept with in Xyperia. All of them didn’t have AIDS, so you’re the only possibility, you slut!” The woman burst out in anger.

All the color drained from Mo Xue’s face. “You must be mistaken. I don’t have AIDS either.”