Twisted Ties of Love

"Let's go downstairs for some grub."

Izabella just woke up, completely clueless about what's been happening online. The whole world knew that Casey's got the hots for Izabella, but she's the only one still in the dark.

Izabella might be slow on the uptake regarding love, but she can feel Casey's special treatment. But both of them kept mum about it.

Casey knew that Izabella's got her sights set on her career and didn't want to get tangled up in love, so he kept his distance, giving her the space she needed so she won't feel pressured. Izabella's been off the grid for a while. Once the online buzz died down, his heartfelt post will also fade away.

"Rachel's been brought to R City." After finishing their meal, Casey casually mentioned clearing the table and heading to the kitchen.

Izabella followed him in, intending to lend a hand, but froze at Casey's statement.

"Where?"

"You want to see her now?"

Izabella glanced outside, "When did your people bring her here?"

"Five in the afternoon."

Casey deposited the dishes into the sink, answering while starting the water. By the time Izabella processed his words, he was already washing. Izabella reached out her hand, and Casey immediately moved the faucet so she could wash her hands.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" She asked while washing her hands.From NôvelDrama.Org.

"You had just fallen asleep, and you were out like a light. I didn't want to wake you. If you want to see her now, I can take you." Casey explained. "Where is she?"

"Not here, but it's a stone's throw away. A ten-minute drive, tops. I've got eyes on her. She's in a storeroom."

The weather's not too chilly at night, and the storeroom is safe enough.

Having washed her hands, Izabella took the freshly washed dishes from Casey, dried them with a towel, and put them away in the cupboard. They had a good rhythm going when it came to doing the dishes. "Let's go see her tomorrow morning. Get some rest tonight. No more burning the midnight oil."

Although this was her problem, Casey seemed to be busier. She had said she wanted to deal with it herself, but he had done so much for her without her realizing it.

What if he did too much and she didn't know what to do? What if she got used to his help and couldn't handle being without him?

Whenever Izabella got lost in thought while looking at Casey, she couldn't help but stare at his lips.

Casey nodded in agreement, wished Izabella goodnight, and went back to his room to clean up and rest.

He thought he'd doze off straight away, considering how long he'd been up, but sleep eluded him.

Normally, he wouldn't log into Twitter for months, but today he logged in several times, and revisited the post he made.

Would this kind of "confession" put pressure on Izabella?

Casey hoped Izabella saw his tweet,

feared she would.

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was scared that Izabella might distance herself because of it.

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, constantly checking Izabella's Twitter feed. The last topic caught his eye.

"Izabella&Casey"

He clicked on it and was immediately flooded with new information. This topic recorded moments of their lives, some of which even he hadn't noticed.

Chance encounters, fleeting glances,

the way Izabella looked at him,

photos of them together. This topic

had 520,000 followers, ranking.

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number one. Everyone here was encouraging them to date. No objections, no arguments,

Casey scrolled through all the posts, fans' late-night videos, and original stories.

In the fan-written stories, he and Izabella had a happy ending, and some even included plotline about them having kids.

Casey scrolled through, a small smile playing on his lips. He couldn't help but follow the topic.

Such a simple action didn't go unnoticed. Fans about to sleep got all hyped up and started checking their phones.

That night, his fan base grew by half a million.

Casey contentedly scrolled through

the topic until three in the morning, then fell asleep clutching his phone. He woke up before six the next morning to make breakfast.

Izabella also woke up at this time. Noticing his dark circles and bloodshot eyes, she asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?"

"How could that be? I slept like a log.", he mumbled, clearly not doing a good job lying.

"If you slept, why do you look so beat? You've got panda eyes."

"I guess I need a few more days to recover. I did sleep last night." Just not for very long.

Without pressing further, they prepared breakfast together, making pancakes and drinking soy milk.

After tidying up post-breakfast, it wasn't even seven yet. Casey picked up the car keys, "Let's go see Rachel."