Chapter 35
After returning home. Melody intended to take a nap, but after half an hour of tossing and turning, she couldn’t fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes, Landon’s face would involuntarily appear in her mind.
Melody scratched her head in frustration and finally gave up on the idea of a nap.
She got up, took a shower, washed her hair, then blow-dried it and put on a face mask.
After opening her closet, Melody was faced with a dilemma. She really didn’t know what to wear for dinner with Landon tonight.
After taking out several outfits and holding them up to herself, Melody belatedly realized that her serious attitude was making it seem like she was getting ready
for a date.
Although her intuition told her that something unusual might happen tonight, Melody had never been one to get her hopes up.
No expectations meant no disappointment.
Melody shook her head, clearing her mind of all those messy thoughts. She then changed into the outfit she had finally decided on and left the house.
Early autumn in the city was already a bit chilly. Melody put on a light brown trench coat over her long dress, then fluffed her soft, long hair. She gave herself a
satisfied look in the full-length mirror and finally headed out.
A month ago, Melody and Landon had re-added each other on WhatsApp, but strangely, in this entire month, besides work-related matters, he had never once texted her for personal reasons.
It made Melody almost wonder if the person who had confessed to her a month ago was really Landon.
When Melody arrived at the restaurant, Landon was already there. A waiter led her to the door of their private room.
But just as she pushed the door open and stepped inside, Melody froze on the spot.
The reason was simple, the sweater Landon was wearing was the very one Melody had knitted for him by hand two years ago, the one his mother hadn’t finished.
Seeing her standing there in stunned silence, staring at his clothes, Landon followed her gaze down to his own sweater.
He then explained, “Oh, this black sweater, I’ve been wearing it for the past two years. You know, I’m allergic to wool, so I can’t wear the store-bought kind.”
“And, after my mother passed away and you left, no one has knitted a sweater for me since. I don’t have any new ones to wear. Your craftsmanship is excellent, the sweater is very comfortable, and it’s just my size.”
The unfinished black sweater his mother had been knitting was originally from several years ago, so when Melody unraveled and re-knitted it, she had to resize it according to his measurements at the time.
And when she was knitting it, she was doing it in secret, so she couldn’t exactly measure him openly. She had to estimate his size.
Fortunately, sweaters are meant to be loose, so even if it was a little big, it wouldn’t matter.
However, back then, before Melody had a chance to see him wear the sweater, she was already on a flight to France.
