After My Death, the Love-struck CEO Begs for Reconciliation-Chapter 24 - 25

I lost my focus for a moment.

"He... was almost recovered, but after hearing about the past from Caleb, he got agitated again, and fell down the stairs..."

"Serena Sullivan couldn’t be reached, and Caleb Crawford ran away too..."

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to use Uncle Shaw to make you come back, I just..."

He looked up, there was something in his eyes that I couldn’t understand.

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"Is this my retribution?"

I said nothing.

"I’m leaving, I won’t disturb you again."

Outside the door.

Adrian Sinclair stood straight.

He looked at Julian Lancaster, and Julian also stared at him, but ultimately said nothing.

He was still worried, so he deliberately put the key in my pocket. As expected, when he returned, he saw Julian enter this building. He rushed to the door, intending to knock but heard Julian say—"Uncle Shaw... passed away."

And so his hand, ready to knock, fell.

Adrian Sinclair watched him walk out of the hallway before he relaxed, and turning his head, he saw me standing there, arms crossed, watching with amusement.

"I’m here for the key," Adrian Sinclair scratched his head, somewhat awkwardly.

I didn’t expose him, just asked, "So now can you tell me the answer to that question from earlier today?"

"What?"

"You’ve seen my work very early on, haven’t you? I thought about it later, during that industry ban incident, you must have been there too, right?"

Adrian Sinclair smiled, "Have you finally remembered me?"

I neither confirmed nor denied: "Even your PR team discovered the problem with that piece, yet they said you insisted on supporting me, why did you believe in me?"

The man before me bowed his head, pondering for a while: "If you don’t recognize Adrian Sinclair, then what about Adrian?"

"Adrian?" I was suddenly pulled back into my memories. I was sent to my grandmother’s house in the countryside, and the little boy next door would often climb the Fragrant Camphor Tree in our yard to watch me.

Grandma said, the little boy’s mom and dad were gone, no kids wanted to play with him, and he didn’t talk to adults.

That little boy was Adrian.

Adrian said he had no friends, I said it didn’t matter, I was Adrian’s friend.

Adrian said he didn’t know how to play those games I talked about, I said that’s okay, I’d teach him.

Until I started elementary school, my parents took me away for studies, and I never saw him again.

But Adrian would keep writing to me until we moved during high school.

"In middle school, after Grandma passed away, I was sent to the orphanage. When I wrote to you, those letters were gathered up and torn by others, never sent out. Until I left the orphanage for college did I know...

"I thought you had forgotten me, or didn’t want to see me again.

"I inquired for a long time before I found out you got into S University, studied fragrance, and saw you looking for collaboration partners on the forum, so I messaged you..."

"Partner?" I seemed to recall something: "Yuan? Are you Yuan?"

Yuan, Adrian.

Back then, for a competition, I briefly found an online collaborator, was it him?

Adrian Sinclair smiled, "Under the Fragrant Camphor Tree, that perfume was something we both created together, how could I not believe in you? It’s just that back then, I was too powerless, stood up for you but was suppressed by Julian Lancaster, nearly went bankrupt. But things are different now."

"Now things are different, now I have the ability to protect you. We’ve made it across the hurdles."