Chapter 245 Can’t Hit the Home Run
Calista’s gaze traveled from Lucian’s arm to his face, and she couldn’t help but notice his thick, well- groomed hair, which seemed to be meticulously maintained.
Lucian furrowed his brows, puzzled by the affectionate look in her eyes.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
Calista responded casually, “I think you look rather handsome.”
A mischievous idea of playfully cutting Lucian’s hair crossed her mind. Lucian didn’t pick up on the subtle
undertone of her reply.
He interpreted her remark as a compliment, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, Nevertheless, his smile faded as he considered that this might be the only redeeming quality Calista saw in him.
Lucian asked, “Do you question it when I say it’s always been you?
Calista paused briefly, then responded, “I suppose we were mere acquaintances before our marriage.
That was a bit of an overstatement. Lucian and Calista were practically strangers. They didn’t even exchange nods when they bumped into each other, especially when Paul wasn’t around.
Their most notable interaction was during a brief fad for writing love letters on campus.
After spending a week composing a heartfelt letter for Paul, Calista found herself in Paul’s building. intending to deliver it personally.
By sheer coincidence, she ran into Lucian, who happened to be alone then, and she handed him the love
letter to pass on to Paul.
The encounter continued for about a month, during which Calista had written four letters for Paul. During their final meeting, Lucian finally broke the silence.
“Are you really into Paul?” he asked.
Upon hearing Calista’s affirmative response, Lucian sneered, “Paul’s not into immature college girls.
Hence, their brief encounters quickly faded, leaving significant tension in their wake.
sta continued, “You know how our marriage played out after that, right? Despite the first couple of months when you were super dedicated, coming home dally to assist with my financial mess, you eventually moved into an epartment near Northwood Corporation
“You’d only come home two or three times a week, usually pretty late at night, and crash out almost immediately. There was so much space between us that you could fit three people comfortably in our bed.
“I’m pretty sure even the security guard’s dog could tell you couldn’t stand me. I mean, they always chowed down on the takeout I ordered for you. With all this going on, do you expect me to believe you ever had any feelings for me?” Calista concluded.
She locked her eyes on him, silently questioning whether Lucian was in his right mind to expect her to
believe him.
With a grimace that made him look incredibly unattractive, Lucian responded, “You sure have a good
memory.”
Calista chuckled, “Good memory is a prerequisite for getting into Garford University. It was one of the top universities in the country, after all. Even if Lily did you wrong, don’t risk your life over it. Don’t drag yourself down chasing after a woman you’re not in love with.”
“I wasn’t sitting around waiting for you when you found me still awake. I was simply burning the midnight oil to meet my deadlines. So, even if we were to mend things, you’d still find yourself disappointed,” she
explained.
“What does this have to do with Lily?‘ Lucian asked.
“It’s okay,” Calista muttered.
She hadn’t meant to be brutally frank, but since Lucian seemed oblivious, she gazed at him affectionately
and consoled.
“I can tell you’re not feeling great about this, but you were married back then, too. We can’t be too demanding, can we?” she continued.
Men often displayed possessiveness in their relationships, especially someone like Lucian, who had been celebrated as a prodigy since childhood.
Lucian interjected, “I knew.”
Calista was caught off guard.
What she asked.
She had her affairs overseas, and I’ve known about it for a while. What else is on your mind? Are there any other secrets you’re itching to uncover? Let’s spill it all today,” Lucian responded
Due to his mutual connections with Lily and his family’s media company, the news frequently reached
Despite her strained relationship with Lily, she had no intention of making things worse for her. After all, Calista was not one to hold onto grudges.
“If you’re dead set on showing your charm to a woman, why not circle back to that girl you once spilled your guts to? Take another shot at it. Who knows, maybe lightning will strike. After all, as adults, our perspectives have evolved,” Calista advised.
She remembered Paul’s advice against marrying Lucian, citing his previous crush and the rejection of his confession. Lucian’s expression abruptly turned distant.
“You don’t remember, do you?”
“What is it?” Calista asked with a puzzled expression.
Lucian ground his teeth and responded, “Remember that Valentine’s Day event during your freshman year?
Lucian was interning at the company during Calista’s freshman year. He wasn’t a regular visitor to the
campus.
However, he caught wind of the freshman and sophomore social events on that particular day. He made a spontaneous decision to attend,
As fate would have it, he stumbled upon Calista, who appeared to be semi–conscious, perched on the couch, with a few men hovering around her.
Lucian struggled to speak as he revisited painful memories of rejection. Calista’s curiosity got the better
of her.
After a few seconds of silence, she couldn’t help but ask, “And then what?”
“Then the power went out halfway through, and I confessed to you.
Calista appeared skeptical yet entertained.
“How did I respond?” she asked.
Lucian paused before responding, “You told me to get lost.”
Cileta pursed her lips and cautiously asked, “Have you ever considered that maybe you mistook me for
mean, it was pretty dark with the power outage.
That’s imposable. As opon as the lights went out I headed in your
ave mustaken your focation
Calista fell silent for a few seconds before speaking.
“Yara pulled me away as soon as the lights went out. She was worried that staying too long could lead to a stampede, given the crowd trying to leave.”
Lucian remained silent. He remembered how the mobile phone flashlights cast erratic beams, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a bar.
Lucian was attempting to confess his feelings to a woman for the first time, and he felt pretty anxious. He couldn’t make out Calista’s face amidst the darkness.
Even though he had heard the reply ‘get lost,” the sound was muffled amid the clamor of the surroundings, resembling a low bass note, making it impossible for him to pinpoint the speaker.
Calista swung the door open and continued, “Those days are behind us now. The truth is, we weren’t right
for each other.”
Even if Lucian hadn’t mistaken Calista for others, their compatibility was still lacking. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have endured three years of a failed marriage.
Lucian, likely still reeling from confessing to the wrong person, made no effort to stop Calista as she closed the door. By the time he came to his senses, Calista had vanished from the doorway.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Cade’s number,
“Let’s have a drink.”
“I’m already in bed,” Cade replied, showing little interest in getting involved in Lucian’s romantic affairs.
“Luminary Lounge,” Lucian ordered and ended the call abruptly.
Half an hour later, Cade sat beside Lucian with a disgruntled expression.
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“Why aren’t you getting some sleep at this late hour? If you’re restless, you return to the office and rack up some extra hours.”
Lucian had already downed several drinks and now clutched an empty glass as he spoke, “Do you ever find moments when you can’t hit the home run with Cameron?”
Cade had just sipped his drink and, thankfully, turned his head in time to avold spewing it out on Lucian PH. What do you mean by that? Are you talking about Calista?”
