ManyWriters

Skye's Perspective
At the auction, Mr. Number 1 successfully acquired a diamond ring valued at 100 million through bidding. I offered him a warm smile and congratulations.
Partway through the event, he departed, nonchalantly instructing me to bid as I saw fit. Shortly after, his phone, left on the seat beside me, began receiving numerous private messages.
[Mr. Carlson is quite the romantic—purchasing a birthday present for his first love with his 'pet bird' in attendance. He's setting an example for us all.]
[Come on, the pet bird is just for amusement. His true affection lies with his first love.]
[Indeed. Seven years have passed, and Alanna still occupies his thoughts. But doesn't the woman who's stood by him for seven years hold any significance?]
[Hey now! Don't criticize his love, mate. Just wait until Alanna returns. Then you'll witness genuine love.]
After perusing these messages, I set his phone aside and sent a message to my sibling abroad.
[Hey, is your laboratory still seeking employees?]

Love's Auction, Bidding on a Broken Promise

It suddenly dawned on me—Winthrop was one of my father's pupils.


With a playful smirk, I cocked my head and quipped, "Much appreciated, Mr. Carroll."


His cheeks flushed crimson at my remark, and I couldn't suppress a chuckle.


I strode ahead with Dad, while Winthrop and my sibling trailed behind. The gentle spring air caressed my cheeks, and for the first time in ages, I sensed a spark of warmth, as if love might be possible once more.


Seven days later, our group received an invitation to a scholarly symposium. My brother, preoccupied with wedding preparations, requested that Winthrop and I attend in his stead.


To my astonishment, I encountered Derick again after a three-year hiatus. As one of the event coordinators, he was impossible to overlook on the platform.


He appeared leaner, his once-sharp features now bearing a more austere, detached quality. Yet his gaze remained fixed on me.


Chapter 8