Me After Meeting You

Amber couldn’t help but laugh at the absurd situation before leaving as he’d asked. Perhaps it was because she’d angered him, but Beryl went back to his cold demeanor of before, raising his nose and slanting his eyes at her as usual.

Whenever she began discussing treatment plans, he would always criticize them harshly. Others thought that he was just being petty, that he merely wanted to prove himself after Amber had helped him out that one time.

However, Amber knew that it was because he honestly couldn’t approve of her treatment methodologies-if she was daring enough to enter a relationship with a patient suffering from emotional detachment, then how could he trust her treatment plans? Thus, he had no choice but to criticize them!

But during department parties, he would at least be a bit nicer to her, often saying a few noncommittal words to her, like “Dr. Camille, come, have a glass of wine,” or “Dr. Camille, why don’t you perform something for us?”

But Amber still had a whole host of problems on her mind.

She had been very busy ever since the start of the new year, not only because of this critical senior, but also because of Trysta.

That afternoon, Trysta called her to go out. “Silvia said that you and Ian were doing well, right? Let’s have dinner together, and bring him along as well.” Her tone was easy and relaxed, and she even teased Amber a little.

Trysta’s condition was special, so if she extended an invite, Amber would undoubtedly go. But she didn’t ask Ian to come, and when Trysta saw that Ian hadn’t come with Amber, she urged Frank to call him. “Give him a call. Amber’s here, so I bet that he’ll come.”

The two of them sat there together in harmony, as if they’d never had a disagreement.

Amber decided to observe them carefully. If Trysta had truly forgiven him and desired to have a good life with Frank, then she didn’t plan on saying anything. They were both adults, and they could make their own choices and live their own lives.

But she could see that Trysta was looking at Frank unemotionally and without any affection.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

On the other hand, Frank seemed to be at his wife’s beck and call, doing anything and everything she asked of him. He smiled pleasantly and said, “Alright.” And then he really did call Ian right there and there.

Amber couldn’t stop him, so she simply decided to ignore whatever Frank was saying to Ian and instead turn her attention to Trysta. “Your complexion’s a lot paler now. Are you still unable to sleep well at night?”

“Of course not.” When Trysta faced her, her smile became much more genuine. She even coyly whispered, “My complexion only seems pale because I’m not wearing any makeup.”

“Trysta ….”

“Alright.” Trysta pinched Amber’s hand under the table. “Let’s not talk about that here, alright? As you know, being pregnant naturally makes a woman feel uncomfortable and ugly. So if you keep going, I’ll have no choice but to ignore you.”

What was that? There was no such thing as a true joke, as all jokes had at least a kernel of truth within them. Trysta’s tone may have been joking, but it was evident that she was also quite serious.

She clearly didn’t want to talk about her body at all.

And so Amber could only drop the subject. At this point, Frank’s call had finished, and he announced, “Director Axton’s agreed to come over.” As he said this, he even smiled suggestively at Amber.

Amber’s eyes hurt just from looking at him, and she had to glance away. But then, Trysta said to Frank, “There are so many eligible bachelors by Director Axton’s side, so let’s call Sarah over as well. Last time, we didn’t manage to introduce her to Calvin, and I told her that I’d definitely find her a better match.”

She pushed him on. “Go on, call her.” She clutched her tummy, smiled innocently, and gently said, “I won’t make the call, in case any radiation affects me.”

Amber could clearly see the corners of Frank’s eyes twitch and his facial muscles unnaturally clench when Trysta told him to call Sarah over.

He hesitatingly replied, “That’s not a good idea, is it? We’re already all paired up.”

Trysta smiled nonchalantly. “What’s the matter? We’re just having dinner with friends. After that, it’s not like we’re going to be disagreeable. It’s Director Axton and Amber who’re in the romantic stage of their relationship.”

Frank eventually ran out of excuses and had to call Sarah. He was just about to get up and leave, but Trysta pulled him back. “Call her here. Isn’t it a hassle to keep running around like that?”

Amber took a deep breath.

***

Not long later, Ian came, and so did Sarah. They arrived at almost the same time. For some reason, Amber didn’t notice Ian, and her attention was instead drawn to Sarah.

In her mind, she was a very introverted and dainty girl-not too pretty, but her neat facial features made one unconsciously want to protect her.

Her demeanor and mien was completely different from Trysta’s.

Ian greeted Trysta and Frank, and then very naturally sat down beside Amber. When he noticed her staring at Sarah, he frowned and bluntly asked, “What’s the matter?”

Everyone looked over.

“….” Amber was caught by surprise. She could only stammer out, “Miss Sarah’s really pretty.”

Ian glanced at her again, nodded, and said, “She is indeed prettier than you.”

Amber internally went o()o.

Ian continued, “But don’t worry. I won’t like her.”

Amber thought, ‘No one was hinting that, alright?!’

Trysta was a little unhappy to hear him praise Sarah and bash Amber, but when she heard his followup, she almost fell down laughing. She even intentionally provoked him by asking, “Why not?”

Frank and Sarah listened on very seriously.

And then they heard Ian’s emotionless voice say, “She’s too thin, too short, and her body’s too shriveled. I don’t desire her.”

Everyone made a OO face.