The Wedding Crasher Moment

The first meeting between Drake and me had to be traced back to two years ago. That day, he was invited to a coastal highway. They said it was for a race. That road had been cleared early, so there wouldn’t be any accident risks.

But when Drake arrived, he realized his opponent wasn’t a car, But a motorcycle. And the rider was a girl.

Before starting, everyone said to that female rider: “Gwen, your opponent today is a professional, just ride casually.”

The female rider didn’t care: “So what if he’s a professional? I won’t necessarily lose.”

Hearing that, Drake looked at her curiously. The girl smiled brightly, stepped onto the seat, and put on her helmet. Sunlight poured down on her.

During the race that followed, Drake rarely got distracted. In his peripheral vision, there was always the opponent’s long hair flying in the wind and her agile posture.

Drake was a person who warmed up very slowly And had never fallen for anyone. At that time, he didn’t know what this distraction meant.

Until he went home that night, he suffered from insomnia. As soon as he closed his eyes, the girl’s swift and nimble appearance appeared in his mind.

This situation lasted for several days Before Drake realized something was wrong with him.

He found a friend, asked around repeatedly, and learned that her name was Gwen. He got her social account, but hesitated for a long time, not daring to add her.

He rarely talked to girls. After adding her as a friend, how should he greet her? He practiced over and over again.

However, on the very day he was fully prepared, Harrison introduced his new girlfriend to him.

“Drake, this is my girlfriend, Gwen.”

Drake didn’t say a single word. He silently watched his childhood friend and his new girlfriend holding hands. Nobody knew that in his heart, he quietly said that sentence:

Hello, I’m Drake, the racer who competed against you that day.

Drake’s family upbringing was very strict. A friend’s girlfriend was not a stranger, but even more off-limits than a stranger. In other words, boundaries and distance had to be maintained.

Drake indeed acted that way.

Once before, I went to find Harrison. We agreed to meet at a car modification shop. Only upon arriving did I learn that this shop was an investment of Drake’s.

He was sitting on the ground at the time, silently tinkering with race car parts. I sat on a chair to the side, waiting for Harrison to arrive.

There was a distance of 3 meters between us. From beginning to end, a total of three sentences were spoken.

“Hello, I’m here to find Harrison.” “He hasn’t arrived yet, feel free to take a seat.” “Mm, thank you.”

After that, no more words were spoken. Drake didn’t even raise his head to look at me.

It was also from that time on that I thought Drake disliked me.

Thinking back now, How much restraint was contained in his silence? I didn’t know.

Having chatted enough, Drake stood up to leave. Seeing him to the door, I ultimately couldn’t hold back and asked:

“Drake.”

“Mm?”

“That afternoon when I went to your shop, what on earth were you thinking about?”

Drake was quiet for a moment. “I was thinking that betraying a brother and abandoning morality didn’t seem that difficult after all.”

The wedding crashing incident spread through the circle. Someone even recorded a video and posted it online. Harrison and I became the topic of everyone’s post-dinner gossip.

But what was strange was that Harrison never came to confront me. I actually still kept his contact information. I thought he would question me as to why, But he didn’t.

He was calm to an abnormal degree. But that was fine too. Perhaps Harrison realized that his true love was only Chloe.

Of course, I had no intention of leaving this city. My job was here—why should I leave?

After half a month of peaceful living, This day after work, I made an appointment with a friend for dinner. Just as I entered the restaurant, I saw two familiar figures.

It was Julian and Fabian. Seeing me, they were very pleasantly surprised.

“Gwen, I didn’t expect to run into you here!”

“Is there something wrong?”

“Where did you move to? Even if you want to break up with Harrison, there’s no need to block us, right?”

“It’s nothing, I’m busy right now.”

“Wait a second.” Julian reached out his hand to block me. Both of them were very tall, standing together in front of me like a wall trapping me.

“Was it Drake who took you away? That old fox usually looks quiet and silent, but who knew he plays wilder than anyone else.”

“I heard you and Drake aren’t living together. To tell you the truth, both of us are interested in you. Do you want to consider us?”

I was astonished: “Do you two want to be my boyfriends at the same time? Then who is the main husband, and who is the side guy?”

Julian and Fabian were shocked by my words. The two looked at each other, instantly showing hostility.

“I don’t have that kink.” “Me neither. I’m not used to sharing a woman with someone else.”

“That’s really tough then,” I feigned distress. “Both of you are so outstanding, I can’t choose.”

“Choose me! I can sing for you—no, I’ll write songs specifically for you! If you want to make it public, I can reluctantly agree too.”

“Move aside. Gwen, it’s better to choose me. Follow me from now on, you can quit this terrible job of yours, and I’ll take you to play with art.”

I smiled faintly: “Then why don’t you two fight it out? I’ll pick the one who survives at the end.”