Chapter 1027: I Haven't Developed?

"Oh my God."

Mary felt the blush on her face spread down her neck as she replayed everything from last night over and over again. She didn't even bother getting up to her bed; instead, she sat on the floor, trying to piece together the night's events.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember anything after running into Timothy.

Finally, Mary glanced at the time on her phone and reluctantly got up to wash up. After dragging her feet through her morning routine, she opened her bedroom door to find Timothy still in the house.

He had just gotten up, too, it seemed, and was calmly eating the breakfast he had just made. When he saw Mary come out, Timothy gave her a blank look and called her over to eat.

Mary bit her lip, trying to suppress the complicated feelings in her heart as she walked over. Timothy, the minimalist, had surprisingly not just made his usual toast and milk, but had prepared milk, sandwiches, and fried eggs.

Mary picked up the milk, ready to drink, but as she glanced at the white liquid, a sudden flash of memory hit her. She saw Timothy in a doctor's uniform, and she had thrown herself at him in a bear hug!

Her hand shook involuntarily, spilling milk everywhere.

"What's wrong?" Timothy looked up and asked, making Mary even more flustered.

She hurriedly looked down, searching for a napkin to clean the table, certain now that Timothy had changed her clothes. And he had also removed her makeup! He did all that, but she had no memory of it.

Oh my God. Did they do anything else last night?

Mary was both embarrassed and anxious, wishing she could crack open her own head. She always had this problem—losing her memory when she drank. That's why she usually avoided alcohol. Why did she have to drink last night? If she hadn't, Timothy wouldn't have seen her like this!

Mary dejectedly threw the napkin into the trash, sat back down, and tried to calm her racing heart. She casually asked, "I get a bit rowdy when I'm drunk. We didn't do anything weird last night, did we?"

Timothy paused, elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and gave her a meaningful smile. "What, you don't remember?"

Great. Seeing his expression, Mary braced herself. Her friends always had that look the day after she got drunk. So, she really did act out last night. Does that mean she and Timothy actually slept together?

No, that can't be right.

Mary took a sip of milk, her thoughts running wild. They say a girl's first time is very painful, and she'd have trouble walking the next day. But she didn't feel anything. If Timothy had really slept with her, he couldn't have been that bad, right?

Mary absentmindedly picked up a sandwich and bit into her own hand.

Timothy was speechless at her behavior. He said coldly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in underdeveloped little girls like you."

What?

Mary looked up in disbelief, seeing Timothy's serious expression. He wasn't joking.

Before she could react, Timothy had already cleaned up and left. The whole process was smooth, like a flowing river. He didn't even look back.

As the door closed, Mary felt her heart shatter into pieces.

"Underdeveloped little girl. Not interested."

So that's how he saw her?

By the time Mary managed to pull herself together and get to work, she was almost late. Just as she clocked in and sat down, Lucas came over.

"Hey, how are you feeling today? You okay?"

Mary forced a polite smile. "I'm fine, thanks, Lucas."

Lucas squinted slightly, casually asking, "Where'd you go last night? I couldn't find you after I came out of the restroom."

Hearing Lucas's question, Mary felt uneasy. Her last memory was of Timothy's face, but she had no recollection of when or where she met him. Did she run into Timothy at the bar, or did Lucas take her home, and then she met Timothy?

Thinking this, Mary gave a vague answer, "I got a call in the restroom and had to leave for something urgent."

Lucas smiled, "That's good. I tried calling you later, but you didn't answer. I almost called the cops, thinking you'd been taken by some bad guy."

Bad guy? Mary thought of Timothy's words about not being interested and sighed inwardly. Even bad guys wouldn't be interested in an underdeveloped little girl like her.

"Mary." Lucas snapped her out of her thoughts by patting her shoulder.

"What?" Mary quickly smiled.

"I was thinking about what to have for lunch. I didn't eat much this morning, so I'm a bit hungry."

Mary mumbled, "Lucas, how about we have lunch together?"

Mary thought this would end the conversation quickly, so she could get back to work. But Lucas didn't answer. Instead, he pulled up a chair, sat across from her, and looked at her seriously. Finally, he asked, "Mary, I really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

What? Mary was stunned. Is this for real? On a weekday morning? In the office, right by her desk, a confession?

"Lucas, I'm sorry, but I'm not planning on dating right now. My priority is to do well at work."

After a brief moment of shock, Mary stammered out her rejection. Not to mention whether she liked Lucas or not, she wasn't even divorced yet. Dating wasn't something she could openly do right now. And, looking at Lucas, she knew she didn't have any romantic feelings for him. Lucas was a great guy, but to her, he was just a friend.

Hearing her rejection, Lucas's eyes dimmed. But he wasn't ready to give up. "You might not be planning to date now, but that doesn't mean you'll stay single forever, right?"

Mary opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to respond. Would rejecting him again hurt Lucas?

Seeing her silence, Lucas thought he had guessed her thoughts. He quickly regained his energetic demeanor and said to Mary with deep determination, "As long as you're single, I'll keep pursuing you. I'll show you my sincerity."