Cheryl
On my graduation day, Mr. Han arrived late—after the ceremony. He stood next to his car, a bouquet of roses in his hands. The moment I saw him, I pulled away from Anna and ran toward him, launching myself into his arms.
He caught me effortlessly, twirling me around in circles.
“Congratulations, my girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead before setting me back down.
“Thank you, baby,” I whispered, kissing him.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, holding out his hand.
“Of course,” I said, slipping my fingers into his.
He opened the car door for me, and I got in, forgetting everything and everyone—including my own damn graduation.
Our destination was the airport. We flew straight to L.A., spending two days there before heading to London. I was excited—not just to see t
