The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 513 - 524

Moreover—

Has Mia Ginger really forgotten Koa Jackson?

This is truly something worth celebrating.

Ever since she got together with Koa Jackson, isn’t this exactly what I’ve been hoping for?

Just a pity that Dallas Taylor showed up.

But—

No matter what, Dallas Taylor is better than Koa Jackson.

Mia Ginger has no feelings for Dallas Taylor, so what if they’re engaged? She still remembers me, ten years of feelings are there, he can still compete with Dallas Taylor.

As long as the rival isn’t Koa Jackson, damn it, anyone else will do!

Thinking this, Louis Cox felt relieved.

Sitting next to Koa Jackson, he was even a little happy, asked Little Patten for a light, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Blowing clouds and exhaling smoke.

Isn’t Koa Jackson known for being clean and particular?

Doesn’t he have a cleanliness obsession?

Doesn’t he hate it when others smoke and indulge in self-destruction?

So Louis intentionally sat next to him to annoy him a bit, to vent past grievances.

Louis held the cigarette between his fingers, took a deep drag, and suddenly heard Koa Jackson beside him say, "Can you tell me about Mia Ginger’s past?"

"Hmm?" Louis was caught off guard.

"Tell me about Mia Ginger’s past, anything will do," Koa Jackson repeated.

"Why should I agree to that?" Louis raised his eyebrow.

Koa Jackson glanced at him, then looked away, speaking lightly, "You don’t have to."

Louis: "..." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Why wouldn’t he talk?!

Pressing his thin lips in thought, Louis turned his head and showed Koa Jackson the rose tattoo on his neck, "There used to be a tooth mark here."

Koa Jackson was surprised, "Continue."

"Mia Ginger bit me," Louis blew out a smoke ring, "It was when she was in her teens. One time I was furious and insisted, and she got so angry like a little dog, bit me on the neck, the tooth mark was so deep it lasted several years."

Then he had a rose tattooed over it.

Koa Jackson naturally thought of this, furrowed his brow, but said nothing.

Louis thought for a moment and continued, "She writes Martial Arts novels, you should know, her pen name is Wine..."

"Yeah." Koa Jackson nodded.

Louis added, "Her mom, I mean her adoptive mother, was rather weak. When they moved there, they were bullied a lot. I met Mia Ginger when she was just eleven..."

"Wait." Koa Jackson suddenly interrupted him, asking, "Did you know that she saw me when she was young?"

"Hmm." Louis responded, looked at Koa Jackson’s expression, and continued.

Gradually, as he talked, he shared more and more.

The two sat in the garden for nearly an hour.

Louis stopped, didn’t speak further.

Reclined back, leaned against the chair, suddenly said, "No more talking, there aren’t many happy memories anyway."

Koa Jackson looked at his profile, remained silent.

Indeed—

In Louis’ memories, there weren’t many happy moments.

Whether it was Camilia Davis, Mia Ginger, or Mia Ginger and him, there weren’t many pleasant things.

The entire adolescence could be described as tumultuous.

Koa Jackson never imagined that the laughing, giggling little girl from back then would experience such an unstable, turbulent decade.

He also leaned back in the chair.

After a while, he sat upright again, turned to Louis, and asked, "Do you have any more cigarettes?"

Louis was taken aback, raised an eyebrow, and said with an odd expression, "You want to smoke?"

"If you have, give me one," Koa Jackson said plainly.