The Doctor Who Learned Love Too Late Chapter 05

The Doctor Who Learned Love Too Late Chapter 05

I slept until noon. 

When I woke and saw the room flooded with light, 

I was dazed for a moment. 

The room was still unpacked, and everything was 

a mess. I rubbed my temple as if I had a hangover 

and reached for the phone I had muted and 

tossed by the bed last night. 

I pressed the screen for a long time, but it stayed 

black. 

It was dead. 

I found a charger and plugged it in. The second 

the phone turned on, missed calls and unread 

messages flooded the screen, nearly freezing it. 

I was just about to delete everything with one tap 

when another call came in. 

I stared at the name on the screen for a few 

seconds, then answered. 

The other side went quiet for a moment, then his 

voice came through, surprised. 

“June?” 

Then he immediately asked, “Where are you?” 

“Chloe was soaked yesterday. I planned to take her away and then come get you. Nothing happened between us.” 

I sat up in bed. 

“Whatever,” I said. 

“What?” 

“Whatever happens between you and her is your 

business. We broke up.” 

I paused for half a second. 

“That’s all.” 

After that, I blocked his number and every other 

way he could contact me. Then I lowered my head 

and sat there in a daze for a long time. 

Ivy knocked on the door and yawned. 

“Last time, you said you could write a script for 

our theater. So, how about I waive your rent?” 

I froze, then smiled. 

“Sure.” 

Back when I was in the hospital, a few actors from her theater had come to see her. 

The moment I saw them, I felt a strange kind of 

pull, so I said I wanted to collaborate with them on a play. 

Their theater didn’t look wealthy. Ivy had started it herself. 

But my gut told me I had some kind of fate with 

those actors. 

We discussed the script until midnight, then fell asleep in the middle of the mess. 

The next day, I half–opened my eyes and went out to throw away trash. 

The door opened halfway. 

Then I froze. 

I thought I had seen a ghost and immediately tried 

to shut the door. 

Landon reacted fast and pressed it open. 

His eyes were red–rimmed, and several 

unflattering wrinkles had crawled across the shirt 

he always kept neat. 

“June.” 

Even his voice sounded like a ghost. 

“What are you doing?” 

His expression was like he was looking at an 

impossible problem. 

“I want to explain things clearly. That day…” 

“Stop repeating it. I’m not deaf!” 

I cut him off. 

“Nothing happened between you two this time. 

What about next time? Nothing happened now. 

What about later?” 

“She’s just like a little sister to me. We would 

never…” 

“There is no never! What kind of little sister? Are 

you related by blood?” 

My voice rose. 

“Do you think you’re standing here saying this 

because you only want to convince me? Because 

you want me to accept your explanation? Accept 

your logic?” 

“It’s because you know it was wrong.” 

“It’s because even someone like you, with nothing 

but work in his head, knows that kind of scene would make people misunderstand.” 

“It’s because you can feel that it crossed a line. So why did you still do it?” 

I paused, and my voice lowered. 

“Landon, you just don’t care how I feel.” 

“You think as long as something makes sense according to your own logic, it’s right. You don’t care what anyone else thinks.” 

“Including me.” 

He froze. 

“Landon, I don’t know why you came here. If you 

just wanted to explain what happened that day, then I heard you. I understand. I believe you.” 

“Now it’s my turn to tell you. We broke up. Don’t 

come looking for me again.” 

“I’m not joking. I’m serious. Treat it like a sentence 

written in a medical chart, very serious, very 

official.” 

Landon stood there, his lips moving several times, 

but no words came out. 

I gripped the doorknob. 

“Goodbye, Landon.” 

Then I closed the door.