Chapter: 1054

“Rachel, I'm really happy to see you doing good now." Roger sat opposite Rachel. He supported his chin with his elbow that rested against his thigh, propping himself forward slightly. He was staring at her intently.

"Rachel, in the past four years... How have you been?"

He wanted to ask where Rachel had been in the past four years. It was the kind of curiosity that had been eating him alive by keeping him up all night, thinking where she could have been.

But seeing that Rachel was fine from across the table, Roger didn't think his eagerness to know mattered anymore. To him, nothing was more important than Rachel's safety.

"I've been fine." Rachel smiled and looked up at Roger.

"That's good to know."

After a while, the waiter served their orders, interrupting their conversation. It was good timing.

Rachel looked at the desserts on the table. They were all the real

Rachel's favorite desserts.

Rachel was not that naive when it came to love. She could feel

Roger's affection for her from the way he was treating and boring his gazes at her, and it seemed to be more obvious than four years ago.

Looking at the desserts on the table, Rachel didn't know what to do.

"Rachel, have you gotten used to the life of Apliaria after coming back? A lot has changed during these years. Oh, wait! Do you remember our literature teacher back in high school?"

Their literature teacher in high school? Rachel recalled but only vaguely thought of someone standing on the platform, with his back facing them.

Although Rachel and Roger were not in the same class in high school, they had the same literature teacher. Moreover, this teacher had been the bridge to Rachel and Roger growing connected to each other. At that time, Rachel's and Roger's compositions were always taken as the model compositions by the literature teacher. The two of them were always called together by the teacher, either to ask them to prepare for competitions or preparing speeches for important events.

In Rachel's memory, this teacher wore a pair of rigid and black- framed glasses. Perhaps it was because he was one of those traditional male teachers who taught literature, he always carried a straight face and was very strict with everyone. But no matter how strict he was, he was known for protecting and being on his students

" side.

When he heard other teachers mention Rachel and Roger, he would always favor the two of them, partly because of how gifted they were.

However, these were the memories that belonged to the real Rachel that she shared with Roger.

Although Rachel had the real Rachel's memories, she had never experienced them firsthand, so it was difficult for her to have the same feelings as or at least connect with Roger.

"Yes, I do."

“He retired some time ago. I and several classmates planned to invite him to dinner, but because I was busy, I sadly wasn't able to attend."

It seemed that Roger finally found a topic to get close to Rachel once again. He smiled and offered, "How about we go see him today?

He misses you so much..."

Roger suddenly paused, then he looked at Rachel seriously, and said every word with sincerity, “I also miss you very much."