Memory of You - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The First Time We Met

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Even though Claire did not turn around, she could tell that Asher had already entered the room and he was walking toward her.

Even after years had passed, she could still feel his strong demeanor.

She would not dare to forget, nor could she forget.

The sound of footsteps halted behind her, and silence filled the hall. Asher Kens was standing right behind her.

Claire stiffened, and she could not find the courage to turn around. Damn, if only she did not take a sip of water just now, she would not be in such an embarrassing state.

That was her first time meeting Asher, so how could she let something like that happen? Worse still, she was the only one embarrassing herself.

She had pictured the first time they would meet in her head. She would be elegant and beautiful when she stood up from the couch confidently, turned around, and looked him in the eye. She would then say with a smile, “Hello, Mr. Kens. My name is Claire. It has been a long time.”

Yet right at that moment, no one said a single thing.

In the end, it was the butler who walked over and handed a tissue to Claire. She quickly took it, tidied herself, and turned around to face him.

Asher watched the entire scene unfold in front of him without even raising his eyebrows.

It was only until Claire turned around that he raised his eyes to meet hers.

That was Claire’s first time standing so close to Asher. Just two steps forward and she could touch him.

In Claire’s memory, the impression that Asher left her was always just his silhouette. The one that never turned around to look at her.

Of course, Claire knew what Asher looked like.

Even though Asher’s background and identity made him unapproachable, news or interviews related to him would always be all over Melford City.

Yet Claire felt that the man standing right in front of her was more attractive than the face she saw on headlines and front covers.

He was wearing a dark blue shirt with a tidy necktie around his neck. He had just one hand in his pocket. His eyebrows attenuated his features, and his lips were slightly pursed. Even though he just remained where he was without moving, he was beautiful enough to turn his surroundings into a painting.

Claire was stunned, and she stared right at him without hiding her wandering eyes. She even forgot to break the silence.

It was until a frown appeared on Asher’s face that it pulled Claire back to reality.

She could not believe that she actually gawked at him.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself. The situation was completely at odds with what she had imagined.

Claire could not help but worry if she had left Asher a bad impression of herself. 

Claire did not know where to put her hands and feet, yet she bit her lip and forced words out of her mouth. “Mr… Mr. Kens, Hello. I… My name is Claire. We… We met many years ago.”

She was stuttering hesitantly, and her confidence was nowhere to be seen.

Asher suddenly replied to her, with his voice just as Claire remembered it to be, “You’re twenty this year.”

“Yes, Mr. Kens.”

Claire could feel Asher’s eyes sweeping over her, and he raised his eyebrow.

He decided to say nothing more and threw a glance at the butler.

The butler stood aside courteously, and started his report. “Mr. Kens, today is Ms. Royce’s twentieth birthday. Just as you instructed, Ms. Royce has been waiting for you. Your assistant Mr. Benjamin Jones told us that you’d give her the birthday present personally this year.. The birthday cake is already ready, what else do you need?”