The Jilted Second Young Master (7)

They were back inside the mansion when Lin Yitian's alarm on his phone went off. It signaled him that it was already ten-thirty.

It was time for him to sleep.

Seeing Lin Yitian decisively withdrawing his hand from hers to go up the stairs, Song Jia approached Wang Han.

"Butler Wang, I'm going to stay the night here. Can you prepare some clothes for me?"

Wang Han, who was about to call the chauffeur to come and pick her up, paused.

"Miss Su, you're staying the night?"

He was surprised. It was the first time she met the second young master, and it was already well beyond his expectations that the two of them were able to get along with each other. Wang Han didn't think that she would still want to spend the night here.

After telling him that she might have to stay for a couple of days, Song Jia was given a guest room by Wang Han. She saw that it was not the guest room where Lin Yitian stayed before. All the furniture and sheets were in white and pale pink, which meant that this must be a reserved room for female guests.

Song Jia took a bath and changed into the new set of pajamas Wang Han had given her. It was a bit loose, so Song Jia rolled the sleeves and tucked in the waist band several times so it wouldn't fall off. She thought that this sleeping wear must have been intended for Lin Yitian.

She knew that after Lin Yitian went into his room, he would have gone straight to sleep already. With this in mind, Song Jia tucked herself in bed and also fell asleep.

...

At exactly five o'clock, Lin Yitian's phone emitted a series of loud beeps.

His blinked his eyes open and sat up to turn off the alarm. Changing his clothes into a pair of jogging pants and a loose shirt, he went down the stairs to the front porch. Wang Han was already there, holding a bottle of his favorite sports drink.

"Second young master, good morning."

Lin Yitian didn't respond. He simply took his windbreaker from the coat rack and and zipped it up to his chin. He bent down to tie the laces of his running shoes.

Wang Han had expected his lack of response and silently held out the bottled sports drink. Lin Yitian took it and left.

At exactly five fourty-five, Lin Yitian returned from his morning run. Wang Han was already there at the door, holding a white towel. Lin Yitian took it and wiped his sweat. His short black hair became slightly tousled.

Lin Yitian took off his windbreaker and his shoes. He climbed up the stairs to take his morning shower at six o'clock.

His daily routine was scheduled at the exact time and in the same way every single day, like clockwork. He would close his eyes and when he opened them the next day, everything would happen in the same exact script as the day before.

Other people would find it extremely suffocating, but to Lin Yitian, it was what he considered to be normal and routine.

At six-thirty, the alarm in his phone went off. Lin Yitian was already dressed and was sitting on his bed, patiently waiting. After turning off his alarm, he went down the stairs to eat his breakfast.

To his surprise, there was another person sitting on the dining table.

Song Jia turned around and waved at him.

"Good morning!"

Lin Yitian stopped in his tracks. He looked at her for a long time. He then pulled out his phone from his pocket and typed something on it.

Song Jia looked at his bowed head, frowning. What was he doing?

Finally, Lin Yitian came forward and sat down beside her. He gave Song Jia a deep glance.

"You really like me," he said, with a touch of arrogance.

Song Jia, "..."

Lin Yitian's lips slightly curved upwards. On his phone screen was a website for a magazine and the title read, '10 Signs A Girl Likes You.'

'1. She would want to spend her time with you.'

He looked at Song Jia and his smile grew a bit bigger.

She really liked him.

...

Song Jia spent the next few days at Lin Yitian's mansion. In no time at all, she fully memorized his schedule.

She found out that she could only interact with him during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She accompanied him to walk around the garden every night after eating. Song Jia also tried to accompany him during his early morning jog, but Lin Yitian had amazing endurance and stamina. Midway through, Song Jia had to give up and walk back to the mansion to collapse.

Wang Han voluntarily massaged her feet in sympathy.

These past few days she had been staying in the mansion, Wang Han found that his second young master was changing little by little. He knew that this was a good sign of the young master's mental health, so he tried to make Song Jia be as comfortable inside the mansion as much as possible. He knew that the second young master's changes could only be credited to her.

That morning, the two of them were eating breakfast as usual. Song Jia was chatting with Lin Yitian when he suddenly leaned forward and adjusted the collar of her dress.

Seeing his face so close to hers, Song Jia couldn't help but lean back at the close proximity.

"Yitian, what is it?" she asked.

"Your collar is crooked," he told her, glancing up.

The two of them suddenly stiffened.

Their bodies were already close to each other, so when he glanced up, it pushed their faces to be mere inches from each other. His lips were nearly brushing hers, with only a few centimeters of air between them.

Lin Yitian swallowed. He had never been in close proximity with another person before. His mysophobia wouldn't allow it. So it was the first time that he paid attention to another person, and when he noticed that her collar was crooked, he automatically bent down to fix it.

The two of them turned their heads away and pretended that nothing happened. Lin Yitian picked up a glass of water, feeling thirsty.

Because of the tense atmosphere, Song Jia began feeling slightly awkward. Her hands became clumsy and the chopstick that was holding her pork chop dipped in sauce slipped. The pork chop flew and hit Lin Yitian's sleeve, smearing it with ketchup.

All the servants, including Wang Han, were horrified.

One had to know, because of his mysophobia, Lin Yitian was very obsessed with cleanliness. All of his shirts had to be pressed without a single crease, and once he finds a little bit of dirt, it would start the onset of another anxiety attack.

Song Jia was also horrified. She looked at the glaring spot of red on his sleeve and tried to wipe it away with a tissue.

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.