After reading the letter, Bella Scott sat still for a long time.
She remembered when she was young and had a crush, seeing other classmates receive love letters made her envious, and she fantasized about receiving one from Edward Anderson one day.
But Edward wasn't the love-letter type. His brain didn't work that way, and he had a strong male chauvinistic attitude, so he would never do such a thing.
But now, many years later, her wish had suddenly come true, just when she decided to give up on him.
For a moment, she didn't know whether to feel more joy or sorrow.
Later, she threw the letter into the drawer, out of sight, out of mind.
Even though she wanted to focus on work, Edward's elegant writing always seemed to suddenly invade her vision. His letter didn't have many fancy words; it was plain but somehow touched her heart.
Bella felt she was somewhat pathetic, as one letter had already broken half of her defenses. What if he made another move? Would she waver?
