Remember Me, Baby.
We're not too familiar

The Roux Family Mansion.

A girl wearing a silk dress sat gracefully in the front living room. Her legs are visible when she crossed her legs so that makes her dress slightly exposed. His clear blue round eyes looked at his phone seriously. Sometimes he looked up to see the front porch that looked silent. It was clear that the girl was a little impatient, but tried to hold him by staying elegant.

“Please drink, Miss,” said one of the waiters while putting a cup of chamomile tea on the table.

“Thank you,” reply Cecille, smiling gently towards the waiter. Even though it was the third cup he drank and his stomach started to feel bloated, he would not give up. It was decided from home that he would not return before meeting Andrew Roux.

In fact, he had been harboring a taste for Andrew Roux a long time ago, when they were just in their teens. Andrew's cold, shut-down figure immediately attracted his interest. When the other boys at school go crazy and chase him, Andrew just seems not to see him at all. Several times they passed each other in the hallway and the parking lot, but the man walked straight without looking at him once. Since then he has been obsessed with getting the attention of Andrew Roux.

Until unexpectedly, one day his father said that he would be betrothed to the man. Who can refuse it? The charm of Andrew Roux is unmatched by any man on the planet. He waited until he had almost spent his entire youth. However, now the long wait will end happily, ‘kan? Finally Andrew returned after wandering for so long abroad, which he heard from the servant he had bribed inside the Roux family mansion. Oh. .. of course no one knows about the waiter.

“Are they still a long time?” Cecille's getting restless. He waited an hour, but there was no sign that Andrew would arrive.

The sudden question made Clark who was busy playing games on his phone finally look up.

“I don't know,” he answered briefly, then looked back at his phone seriously. A little more he would level up, not wanting his concentration to be disturbed. In addition, while playing games, he also regularly sends a message to Andrew about what Cecille is doing since coming.

Cecille's face turned sour. The man who had been sitting at the end of the sofa made her feel uncomfortable. He felt like he was being watched, but did not dare to throw him away. After all, he knew the man was Andrew's best friend. He did not want the man and Andrew had a bad impression of him for being disrespectful.

“Isn't the distance to the airport not too far away? Why are they so long?”

“Maybe Mr. Marco invited Andrew to—“

“Looks it was them!” cecille exclaimed excitedly when he heard the sound of a car stopping at the door. He got up and ran out before Clark could stop him.

The girl's eyes glowed in the sunlight, staring expectantly at the car that had just stopped in the courtyard. After such a long wait, it finally arrived at this very moment. She squeezed her dress nervously, waiting for the car door to open with little hope .. does Andrew still remember her?

“Halo, Uncle. How are you?” greet Cecille when you see Marco Roux first get off the car.

“Good. Since when did you come?” marco's reply was pleasantries.

“Not too long,” replied Cecille with a bright smile. He turned his head when he heard the sound of the car door opening again. Thumping ..His heart was as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

“Andrew! Me ...” Cecille was stunned when he saw Andrew turn and open the car door from the other side. Are there any other passengers?

When he saw a girl come out of there and immediately wrapped her hand around Andrew's arm, Cecille's body stiffened. The light in his eyes that had originally shimmered momentarily dimmed. He clenched his hands tightly until his nails pierced his palms hard.

Meanwhile, Keiko who since from inside the car had already seen the presence of Cecille suddenly felt inferior. Cecille's milky-white skin contrasts with the golden color of her hair curls that sparkle beautifully, dangling up to the waist. Her thin, naturally blushing lips made her look extremely cute like a plain girl. In that white silk dress, Cecille actually looked like the goddess Aphrodite. He glanced at Andrew at a glance, how could the man not be interested at all?

“Nona Cecille,” greet Andrew formally when walking up the stairs, “Why stand in front of the door?”

The smile on Cecille's face turned stiff. However, he still answered politely, ”I from the inside, came out because I can't wait to meet you.”

“Oh. Why so sad. Come on, come in,” take Andrew while holding Keiko and first walk to the main hall. The smile on his face was wide. Given the marriage certificate he had in his suit pocket, he wanted to buy a frame and display it in the main hall so that everyone could see it!

The ignored Cecille was forced to follow from behind with stiff steps. A pair of men and women walking in front of him while hand in hand made his eyes hurt. For a lifetime, never once had Andrew held her or looked at her like that!

“Already, Uncle,” replied Cecille while sitting across from Marco. He still forced a smile even though Andrew did not look at him at all.

“Andrew, how are you? I miss so much ...,” he said again with a very gentle and attentive intonation.

Andrew looked towards Cecille with a deep frown, revealing his dislike very clearly.

The man then replied, “As I recall, we are not too familiar.”

He wrapped his hands around Keiko's waist and continued, Your “Guests just now could make my wife misunderstand.”

Wife?!

"Hello, Miss. My name is Keiko," said Keiko kindly. He felt a bit sorry to see the face of the girl across the table who looked like she was about to cry.

"Hello. I'm Cecille," replied Cecille briefly.

He wanted to add that he was Andrew's future fiancee, but he knew it would only further embarrass himself.Therefore, he could only look at Keiko with an indescribable feeling. Anger, hurt, resentment, disappointment, humiliation .. everything mixed and bubbled like a crater ready to spew lava at any moment.

However, on the surface the girl still looks calm and unwavering. He turned to Marco Roux and asked, “Wife? Uncle, can you explain it to me? As I recall the last time you said that—“

“I'm sorry, Cecille. I also did not know that he was married,” Marco Roux interrupted with a very natural expression, as if the old man who had cried because he saw his son's marriage certificate in the city hall was not him.

“How can it?” Cecille's lips were trembling. She squeezed and twisted her dress with great frustration. “Say of my father .. I ..”

“I've contacted your father, we'll talk later in the afternoon. I really hope to be able to provide commensurate compensation, but ...” Marco turned to his son and gestured through his eyes. “Andrew, you've hurt Cecille. Quickly apologize.”

Andrew sighed softly before saying, “Since the beginning you knew that I never agreed to the matchmaking. Sorry, had to let you down.”

“I've been waiting for you for over ten years, Andrew. No. gabe. Even longer than that. I've liked you since—“

“I never asked you to wait, I even called you and asked you not to agree with my father and father's silly idea, but you refused. So, don't blame me.”

That poignant answer really made Cecille want to dig a grave for himself. Tears spread, but he looked up and gritted his teeth stubbornly.

Can't cry. Can't lose. Can't give up .. absolutely can't ....

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Cecille

Mr. and Mrs Roux