She looked down at the incoming call on her phone screen, a small, awkward smile on her lips.
But she took a deep breath and decisively answered the call.
“Liam—”
“My dear Liliana .”
Before Liliana could finish, Liam’s soft voice cut her off.
His tone sounded somewhat aggrieved.
It was pitiful, yet it seemed to hold a hint of carefully suppressed anger.
Liam was silent for a moment.
Then, his lazy, low voice came through the phone. “My dear Liliana, didn’t I tell you from the moment I came back and saw you?”
“You can use me for anything. I’m perfectly willing to be used by you.”
“...”
She rubbed her temples, exasperated. “You’re still young, going through that dramatic phase. There are a lot of things...”
Liam cut her off again, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “Liliana, I’m not a child.”
Liam pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his voice taking on a meaningful edge. “I’m only two years younger than you, right?”
“I know what I’m doing, and I know what I want. If you’re calling to tell me to give up, then you can save your breath.”
Liam’s words had a roguish, almost rebellious air, yet they carried a surprisingly strong, undeniable sense of pressure.
He let out a low chuckle.
The young man’s voice became even more laden with an unreadable meaning. “My dear Liliana.”
“I’ve already missed too many years.”
“This time, I finally have a chance...”
“No matter what you say, I won’t miss it again.”
...
Liam hung up.
Liliana listened to the dial tone, a dazed expression on her face for a moment.
To be honest.
She had indeed oversimplified the situation.
She had assumed Liam was just young, in a playful and emotionally volatile phase of his life, and had easily misinterpreted his feelings.
Liliana didn’t feel like she had known Liam that well in the past, so for him to suddenly declare his love for her after returning to the country...
She could only assume it was a case of a young boy not understanding love, mistaking his feelings for her.


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