I Quit Being The Male Lead's Rival {COMPLETED}

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Qualifications of the Mind (3)

(Annabelle's pov)

The day after the banquet, I didn't get up until noon.

"...Huh."

Unfortunately, my memory of last night was very vivid.

If I was so drunk that I did something incredibly impulsive, I shouldn't have remembered it.

Why did my brain cells have to work overtime and make a fuss?

'Most people don't remember things like this.'

I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead.

'Why don't my defense mechanisms take action at times like this? Don't they need to get it started right away?'

If you were drunk and had an accident, you should forget it yourself.

"It's crazy."

My first kiss was with Ian Wade, not anyone else.

Besides, we weren't lovers, we weren't exchanging confessions, we were just impulsive.

"I should have tried to kick him before he confessed to me..."

I murmured sadly.

"How did he end up kissing me...?"

It was like shopping a lot the day after I decided to do minimalism.

Even so, I moved first. Of course, after that, Ian rushed in and swallowed... Oh, oh, oh.

"Don't remember. Don't think about it."

I groaned and pulled my hair.

"No, but how can I not think?"

I thought about it last night, but now I couldn't figure out how to look at Ian's face.

"Wait a minute."

Of course, I wasn't the only one who was drunk and wasted.

'Has Ian been pretending that he doesn't remember that night?'

Then it was a very reasonable choice.

'That's a good strategy. I need to bookmark it.'

That was how I decided to cheat Ian in no time.

Until now, all I thought was, "Ian and I can't." Even though Ian seemed to like me.

I didn't want to have such a complicated relationship or love.

Originally, my life plan was to meet some guy, and then go out with him, who was comfortable.

Having been obsessed with Ian Wade for eight years, I wanted to live a different life.

'But the kiss was good.'

In the meantime, I bit my lips and thought.

'That alone, I don't hate Ian, do I...?'

Of course, I didn't hate him. Was that all? Ian was my ideal type, which I had mentioned many times.

I wondered how many women in the world would hate Ian Wade.

People had different tastes, but I had a very general taste.

'I said I didn't like complicated love, but why do I keep making lame excuses? Do I not like Ian?'

A single kiss made me very confused. It was then.

"Are you up, Annabelle?"

Before I could continue my thoughts, I heard the urgent voice of my mother.