Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 374

"This doesn't seem to be about whether there's a parking spot or not," Izabella mused. "Are you trying to come back with me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Casey just blurted out, "Well, can I go home with you?"

Izabella said 'come back', and Casey said 'go home'. Just one word difference, but the meaning was entirely different.

Izabella didn't know what to say; she just stared at his face without responding.

She had only said it casually, but Casey took it seriously.

In her eyes, Casey was like a big boy just entering puberty. He was passionately committed to his feelings and also timidly probing. He was particularly prone to shyness.

She used to tease him by calling him 'Best Actor'.

She thought he would be shy this time too. But unexpectedly, he stubbornly stared at her like a little dog that had been abandoned and was waiting for its owner to pick it up.

"I'm sorry, I overstepped," Casey admitted first. He took a breath, pulled out some mints from the car drawer, and popped four into his mouth.

Izabella could smell the minty scent from his mouth; it smelled good. The smell of mint would never be as harsh as the smell of smoke.

"Are you going to park nearby?"

"Yes," Izabella replied while looking at the familiar scenery outside the window. She said softly, "Not now, but maybe in the future."

She spoke softly, as if she had inadvertently spoken her inner thoughts.

"What do you mean, 'in the future'?" Casey hit the brakes and parked by the side of the road, leaning towards Izabella. "Bella, are you saying I can go home with you in the future? How long is that? A week, a month, or a year, two years?"

Izabella held her cat, casually scratching Nikki's neck. She thought for a moment, but these few seconds of pause for Casey felt like an unbearably long wait. Everything around him seemed to be in slow motion.

Izabella thought seriously for five seconds, then smiled, "When my new house is renovated."

Casey tried hard to suppress his smile, but the corners of his mouth just couldn't help but curl up.

"I'd better help you a lot then. Strive to finish your house renovation this year. Christmas is just six or seven months away, and I want to spend it at your place and set off fireworks. I also want to countdown with you." Casey was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, each tap coinciding with each point, making one's heart calm down.

Izabella suddenly felt her heart come alive again. Warmth flowed from her heart to her entire body, making her eyes hot.

Spending Christmas together, setting off fireworks, and giving gifts on Christmas. These were all things she had thought about but never realized.

Could they really all come true this year?

Izabella replied, "Five or six months might be a tight schedule. Plus, a new house needs to be vacant for a few months; there will be dust and formaldehyde."

"Then why don't you spend Christmas with me in R City this year?"

Nothing was absolute; Izabella couldn't promise more, she needed time to affirm her relationship with Casey.

More than friends, less than lovers to be precise, they were like kindred spirits or family.

Izabella was much more rational than before, becoming very logical after her rebirth. She no longer felt that life must have love.

To her, love was a seasoning. Love could bring a lot of joy to life, but it could also bring a lot of trouble.

Before she married Brett, Izabella yearned for love. She thought that marriage would give her a real home.

"Marriage" was amazing; it could bring two strangers together. But actually, it couldn't even provide the simplest happiness. Only those who have personally experienced it would understand how scary it was.

Izabella asked, "Casey, why are you so good to me? We haven't known each other for that long. Besides, I have a bad reputation; others would want to avoid me."

"I don't believe in rumors. I only believe in you and the Izabella I've seen and understood."

"But have you ever thought that your eyes and ears might deceive you? I might not be what you imagine."

"Isn't that more interesting? I'll slowly dig deeper and get to know the real you. As long as you don't avoid me." He was as excited as if he had found a treasure map.

He had heard others say that the feeling of liking someone was so sweet that it was scary. But now it seems that scary is not enough to describe it; terrifying would be more correct.

He felt like his heart was about to explode as he said these words.