My Melanda Is Not A Little Girl Anymore

Mike's perspective

This was the most unforgettable day of my life.

This was what happened. While I was waiting for the elevator, I was busy talking to my client, but for some reason, I suddenly turned my head. The moment I turned my head, something wondrous happened. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Was that my Melanda? The Melanda who I grew up loving and would rather be laughed at as a little girl's underling so I could stay by her side and look at her more? The Melanda who suddenly disappeared six years ago but often appeared in my dreams?

My eyes widened so that I could see her more clearly. Yes, that was my Melanda! She was never heavily made up, but she maintained her usual light makeup style. She was wearing a simple but very revealing dress that accentuated her figure. Yes, Melanda was 24 now. She wasn't that little girl anymore. She was mature and more attractive!

I was really glad to see her again.

For some reason, while we were chatting, she blushed again and looked like she wanted to run. God knew how much I had always been mesmerized by her blushing! It used to be like this. She was always so shy, and she often blushed when she talked to me. I was mesmerized by it, and it took a lot of effort every time to suppress my urges. I didn't expect her to still be like this after six years. I also didn't expect that after six years, I would still like her shyness. God, I thought that was all in the past.

I was so happy when I heard that she was my new colleague! I didn't think any words could accurately describe my happiness! I no longer had to rack my brains to find a reason just to see her every day.

I offered to take her home, and didn't give her a chance to say no, because I couldn't bear to leave her. It was as if I was afraid that if I left, I might lose her again. In the car, I didn't say anything at first because I was watching her covertly. She was looking out the window, and I was watching her covertly. I was looking at her beautiful profile, her charming figure, and her tightly pursed lips. I gazed at her greedily while cherishing every moment.

My heart raced when I asked the question that had been on my mind for so long. God knew how afraid I was that she was married. But her answer was so unexpected. She wasn't married, but she had a five-year-old child.

I was so shocked that for half a minute I couldn't say anything.

She had a child. She had a child. She had a child. I repeated the words three times in my head. I was jealous and heartbroken. Damn it! Who was so lucky? My heart sank.

When I heard that they had broken up, my heart lifted again. I was slightly delighted, but then I felt very angry, and I wanted to curse. If that person was in front of me, I would beat him up without hesitation! He had gotten someone as wonderful as Melanda, but he had done such an irresponsible thing! Poor Melanda must have suffered a lot…

Wait. Melanda left without saying goodbye six years ago. And now, the child was five. Surely that wasn't why she left Atlanta? What happened then? Who was that man? Oh, if only I had been by her side at the time. I would have done everything I could to help her.

I swear I'd never felt so conflicted.

Before she could ask any questions, we arrived at her house.

God, this little girl called Millie looked too cute. For some reason, the moment I saw her, my heart felt like it had been struck! Her face looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen her before. She was like a good little angel! Perhaps this was love. I liked Melanda's daughter too because I loved Melanda.

Melanda was here. It looked like I should say goodbye, but I really couldn't bear to leave. Fortunately, Aunt Annie invited me, and I immediately agreed. Millie seemed to like me a lot.