The Story of My Male Escort

17

I kept peeping at him as we were eating.

Ivan silently pushed my favorite dishes over.

Susan and Mandy exchanged a look, lowered their heads, and smiled.

I was familiar with their smile. They were amazed.

However, we hadn't confirmed our relationship yet, and everything was slightly vague.

After dinner, we, the girls, planned to watch a television show together. Ivan was heading home to write his thesis, and Susan asked me to send him downstairs.

In the elevator, the atmosphere was a little tense.

"I-I'm going back to my hometown for New Year tomorrow afternoon."

He wouldn't be here after New Year. Ivan had to go to the next city for his graduation thesis defense. I wondered if we would ever meet again in the future.

"Okay."

Looking at his cold face, I swallowed back all the words I was about to say.

After accompanying him to his BMW, I couldn't help but ask when I saw him taking out the car keys, "Ivan, don't you have anything to say to me?"