Part 1

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I can't stop thinking about my phone all the time. No matter what I'm doing, I unconsciously take out my phone and hold it in my hand. I wasn't making a call, checking my email, or searching for something, but I suddenly found myself touching my phone.

I would notice and hurriedly put it back in my pocket, but this time, I would keep my hand in my pocket and stroke my phone. As I look at my fingerprints streaking across the black screen, I wonder, "What should I do?"

It had been three months since the last time I saw Ren, and I hadn't heard from him since then, just as he had said he was waiting for my invitation.

I myself had been upset after hearing Raizo's story, so I had consciously kept away from the phone for the first month.

Just the thought that there might be someone else in Ren's life besides me, scared me. I was also afraid that I might lash it out on Ren.

(That car is ......, it's Ren!)

Two months passed and I happened to see the car that Ren was driving on the street.

He was sitting in the back seat of the car that stopped at a red light, reading what looked like a document, and passed by without noticing me.

It had been a long time since I'd seen him, and I held my hand on my chest, feeling a wrenching pain in my heart.

The look in Ren's eyes reminded me of him drinking tea in the aquarium, and I even remembered the feeling of him grabbing my wrist afterwards, which made my wrist feel slightly hot.

I had been able to hold back until then, but once I saw him, my heart started to race

(I want to see him; I want to hear his voice)

I reached for my phone, hoping it wouldn't interfere with my work now, but my hand stopped when I remembered gossip about Ren.

The information about the talented bachelor alpha naturally came to my ears, not just about Ren.

But, whenever the word "Ren" was mentioned, my ears would pick up the conversation like a precision machine, whether it was about the company's performance or private matters.

I don't know if it's true or not because I haven't seen him in person, but it seems that Ren has changed a bit in the past two months.

The content of the secret conversation was that the harem around Ren was shrinking.

Some of them may have given up because they were not taken seriously, but it seems that Ren has formally turned them down.

The people around us speculated that this change might have narrowed down the number of marriage partners.

The image of Ren that I had seen in my dream flashed through my mind. I wondered if it would be a dream come true.

I want to know the truth, but I also don't want to know. I'm afraid that something that I don't want to hear will come out.

Still, I want to see him. I want to hear his voice.

My fingers search for Ren's phone number, but as I repeatedly hesitate to press the call button, another month has passed.

After three months, it became more and more difficult to get in touch with him. Even if I called him, he might say, "What do you want now?".

I would have said, "If it's not too much trouble, you can ask me out," and if I hadn't heard from him in three months, I would have said, "It was too much trouble after all," and distanced myself from him.

This is not good. Ren might not like me.

This is why I can't contact him, and I'm getting impatient. I wondered if we could meet by chance somewhere. Then I could make an excuse to say, "I've been busy lately, but it's calmed down now, so why don't we go out somewhere?"

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