I Said His First Love Chapter 3

I Said His First Love Chapter 3

Thanks to my new project, Mr. Henderson gave 

me paid leave to focus on Chloe’s gift

instructing me to communicate directly with 

Ethan. I slept in, lounging on the couch with 

Money, when a text alerted me to a five- 

milliondollar deposit. I counted the zeros

stunned. Had Sugar Mama become even more 

generous? Was this a gentle nudge, seeing as 

the project hadn’t really started? Money talks

and I was suddenly motivated. I propped my 

-chin on my hand and opened WeChat. [Mr. 

Carter, any specific details for the anniversary 

gift?] Five minutes later: [Too complicated for 

text. Come to Carter Corp. Let’s discuss.

Perfect! I jumped up, picked out a killer outfit

and applied my nomakeupmakeup look

Ethan tried to appear nonchalant when I walked 

into his office, but I saw the flicker of interest in 

his eyes. Easy peasy. His assistant showed me 

in and discreetly closed the door. Just Ethan and me, alone in his vast office. He wore a black shirt, buttoned all the way up, exuding an aura of restrainedsomething. He looked good. Very respectable. He caught me staring. What?” “Just admiring yourhandsomeness. And general aura of awesomeness.He scoffed

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Flippant.If he wasn’t feeling flippant, he 

could try turning that smirk upside down.

rolled my eyes, pulled out my tablet, and 

showed him some templates. What kind of gift 

are you thinking of? Bracelets and rings are 

simple. We can incorporate some element that’s 

meaningful to you two. Necklaces can be more 

elaborate.A whole set, then.I smiled 

professionally. Certainly.He glanced at me

tapping his fingers on the desk. Something 

along the lines of Rose Poetry.Absolutely 

not.His nonchalant expression infuriated me

Rose Poetryis a reminder of my past 

relationship. I doubt your girlfriend wants her 

anniversary gift tainted by someone else’s 

memories.Is that so?His voice dropped, his 

eyes intense. You seem awfully invested, Ms. 

Carter. Still hung up on your ex?Of course,

said sweetly. He’s gone, you know. This is all

have left to remember him by.The smirk 

vanished. He stood, his aura darkening.

wasn’t aware I was dead.” 

Weren’t you the one pretending not to know 

me?Perhaps it was familiarity, but even when 

he was scowling, I wasn’t intimidated. Are you 

trying to annoy me, or her, by suggesting I copy 

Rose Poetry?Rose Poetrywas my proudest 

creation. Inspired by the man standing before 

  1. me. Back when my family was wealthy,

attended a prestigious private school. I was

sophomore, and Ethan, a year older, was

– 

campus legend the brilliant Carter kid who 

got sent to the principal’s office in the morning 

and gave awardwinning speeches in the 

afternoon. On my first day, he slung an arm 

around me, grinning. I’ve got your back, kid

く 

Fights, homework, whatever.We were 

inseparable then. Walking to and from school

hitting up food trucks, sneaking extra study 

sessions at the library on weekends. Until a love 

letter appeared on my desk. I’d gotten plenty

so I reached for it, ready to toss it, but a sweet 

rose scent stopped me. I traced the strong

familiar handwriting. Ethan’s. After school, he 

came to my classroom as usual, his ears bright 

red. His voice, cracking with puberty, was a low 

murmur. BellaI want to be your boyfriend

Okay?The setting sun streamed through the 

stairwell window. I walked down two steps

turned, and tossed my backpack at him

Depends on how you behave.From then on

every afternoon during study hall, a letter 

appeared on my desk. A rosescented letter 

filled with romantic words. It was a treasured 

memory, hence Rose Poetry,my debut 

collection, the one that launched my 

international career. Ethan seemed momentarily 

speechless. I thoughtsince you didn’t even 

want me anymore, you wouldn’t care.His voice 

was soft, unreadable. I pounced. So, I can 

change my mind?He looked up sharply, his 

eyes intense. I suddenly felt flustered. Then, his 

expression shifted, a cold smirk replacing the 

vulnerability. Dream on.Fine. I took a deep 

breath. So, what about the gift?He adjusted 

his cuff, feigning indifference. Whatever you 

think is best.He was leaving it to me.

could’ve gone wild. But my professional 

integrity compelled me to ask, Would you mind 

telling me about your relationship journey?He 

raised an eyebrow. Curious?” “No, just… 

gathering inspiration.He glanced at his phone 

and stood. “I need to go home for dinner.” 

Perfect, me too.I plastered on a smile. One 

more set of chopsticks won’t hurt, right? We 

can chat after dinner.” 

My shamelessness secured me a seat in 

Ethan’s car. The driver, already surprised to see 

me, looked shocked when Ethan said we were 

going to the Carter family home. I grinned

turning to the driver. Sir, are you thinking

Wow, she’s the first girl he’s ever brought 

home?The driver shook his head. Ms. 

Sanders has been here many times.My smile 

faltered. Ethan, overhearing, turned to me with 

a mocking glint in his eyes. Don’t flatter 

yourself.Just kidding,I retorted. “No sense 

of humor.He didn’t reply. We sat in the back

as far apart as possible, like sworn enemies

The AC hummed, and soon I started dozing.

felt a light touch on my face. When the car 

stopped, I rubbed my eyes, glaring at Ethan

Did you just pinch my cheek?He was 

perfectly composed. No. You leaned over in 

your sleep and brushed against my hand.I was 

skeptical. Really?We were miles apart. How 

could I have accidentally brushed against him

I Said His First Love

I Said His First Love

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