Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 106

The Red City villa soon felt like another world.
Jayson and Miexha, living like they’d always belonged to each other.

They woke up tangled in the same blanket, sunlight slipping between the curtains.
He’d help her button her blouse and remind her to take her medicine. She’d scold him for brushing his hair too carelessly. They’d eat side by side, legs brushing under the table.

Jayson’s heart nearly broke from how much he wanted her for real.

But he didn’t.
He couldn’t.

Every time his pulse sped up, he’d excuse himself, lock the bathroom door, bite his lip until he tasted blood.

He’d rather suffer in silence than cross that fragile, sacred line between them.

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One evening, they were eating at a cozy restaurant near the villa.
Miexha was happily slurping noodles, humming softly, when the television hanging above the counter caught Jayson’s eye.

A familiar face flickered on screen.
Soft Red hair. Bright eyes.
Ofreigha Sebastian — smiling in a shimmering shampoo commercial, her voice soft as silk.

The world seemed to stop for him.

For a moment, Jayson forgot how to breathe.
His first love. The girl who once made his world spin.

Then a smaller hand slid over his.

Miexha.

She followed his gaze quietly, then smiled — the kind of smile that hurt.
“She’s really pretty,” she said softly. “Unlike me. I’m just small… and sickly.”

Jayson blinked, turning to her. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s okay,” she murmured, squeezing his hand.
“You loved her. I understand.”
She looked down, voice trembling but brave.
“You understand my love for Zatariel, too. But the future I saw… you were the one I married. You held my hand. We had..... beautiful children. I won’t trade that for anything.”

Her eyes lifted, clear and determined.
“So even if I have to fight for that future, even if I have to rival Ofreigha Sebastian herself… I will.”

Jayson just stared at her. Speechless.
There was something almost sacred about how serious she looked — like this tiny girl had decided to fight the whole world just to keep him.

He finally said, voice low,
“Good luck with that.”

Miexha smiled, leaning closer.
“I will make you fall for me.”

And before he could stop her — she kissed him.

Right there in the middle of the restaurant.

Soft, fiery, unapologetic.

The waitress gasped. A couple of old ladies stared. Someone muttered,
“Teenagers these days…”

But Miexha didn’t care.
And neither did Jayson.

When she pulled back, her lips curved playfully.
“See? That’s my revenge,” she whispered.

He laughed under his breath, cheeks red, voice rough with both embarrassment and affection.

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Sunlight spilled through the curtains, soft and golden.
Jayson blinked awake and then he froze.

Miexha was sleeping without clothes beside him.

Blanket tangled around her, breathing slow and peaceful.
Her hair brushed against his arm, and her hand was curled near his chest like she belonged there.