Chapter 662

Melina was gentle and carefree like a drifting white cloud, while Andrew was steady and unwavering, like a solid stone in the mountains. Melina buried her face in Andrew's chest, her voice muffled as she said, "Andrew, it's so late that there aren't any cars left. I rode my bike here from Oakread. It was a long distance, so I pedaled as fast as I could to see you. It only took half an hour, but now my legs are shaking. Please don't get mad at me." She rubbed her head against Andrew's chest. Andrew sighed and finally spoke. "Don't forget me again." "I can't promise you that," Melina admitted. "But I promise that even if I do forget, once I finish whatever I'm doing, you'll be the first person I think of." Andrew couldn't help but ask, "Melina, who's your favorite person right now?" "I like Mr. Wentworth Senior and Mr. Clay the most." Andrew knew he could never compare to that teacher who had passed away, nor could he measure up to Wallace. He couldn't force her to change her mind.