Second Chances Don’t Look Like You — Episode 4

I approached him and opened my mouth, completely blanking out. Hey handsome, are you my future husband? Hey, do I look like your future wife? Would you believe me if I said we end up together?

Every option made me sound unhinged. Cringing at myself, I trailed behind him. Eyes glued to that number above his head. Suddenly, he stopped and slowly turned around.

My eyes widened. Rain pattered on my umbrella, like countless tiny fireworks blooming in my A label seemed to appear right next to his number. This is my man.

He was unbelievably gorgeous, far better than Jack's photo. His pale skin made his lips look soft and impossibly kissable. Beautiful eyes under sharp brows stared quietly at me. My face burned hot, and I choked on my words.

Can I help you? His voice was beautiful, his eyes calm as water. You okay walking home by yourself? The second those words left my mouth, I wanted to disappear.

What was I thinking? His lips twitched into a faint smile, but he didn't answer. I mean, we're heading the same way. Wanna walk together?

My voice trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. Those butterflies. Dead. Murdered by my own mouth.

Sure. His soft voice came from beside me, reviving the butterflies. flies. I tried my best to make conversation on the walk. Ethan was quiet and reserved exactly as Jack described. I'd never experienced a sun shower like this before, the rain painting a

rainbow right across our path. Seeing the neighborhood gate so close, I felt annoyed. We walked too fast. There was still so much to say. Ethan Wirth. That's my name. He stood the neighborhood gate holding his umbrella. I know. Jack had mentioned it earlier, but Ethan