99 Sweet Days with Dr. Dreamy

Emma dragged her luggage out of the airport hall, her eyes scanning the crowded space. She wandered through the vast area, trying to find the person who had come to pick her up. Five minutes later, a woman in a heavy down jacket suddenly burst into view. Ignoring the gazes of others, she excitedly rushed toward Emma to greet her. "Emma, over here!" Joyce waved happily. Joyce approached and tapped her on the shoulder,"Back just before Christmas, huh? I didn't expect you to return so soon." Joyce put her arm around Emma's thin shoulders. "The car is outside. Let’s go get something delicious. Come on!" Emma followed her out of the hall. She got into the passenger seat, and Joyce quickly reversed out of the parking space and drove up the elevated road. Joyce paused and asked her, "Are you really planning to move back here?" Emma nodded. "I have to." Emma, the only child in her family, had always longed for the outside world. She enjoyed four happy years in New York, experiencing the city's prosperity and freedom. Emma studied interior design, but after graduating with her undergraduate degree, she couldn't find a suitable job. The salaries were too low, and after paying rent in New York, she barely had enough to get by. Faced with reality, she compromised and worked as a clerk in an advertising design company. Because of the fast-paced life in New York, Emma missed the freedom and romance of Phoenix. So, she decided to go back to Phoenix to become an art teacher. Joyce sighed. "You? Being a teacher?" Flowers should bloom on fertile soil, but now they are floating in the clouds. The clouds were supposed to float in the sky, but now they are rooted in the dirt. It's an unbelievable sight. Emma said, "Four years in New York, working day in and day out in an office building was tiring. Maybe being an art teacher is a good choice." Joyce didn't say much, deciding to support Emma's decision. Perhaps, enriching the present, yesterday is a thing of the past, and tomorrow is full of magic. "Why don't we go to dinner together? Let me introduce you to a new friend," Joyce suggested. When the car arrived at the restaurant, Emma was led by a waitress to her reserved seat. She could clearly see what the man was like. His nose was like a masterpiece carved by a sculptor, tall and elegant, perfectly blending with the contours of his face, revealing his unique facial charm. His nostrils were delicate, like a well-polished work of art, adding a touch of delicate elegance. His lips were clear and distinct, with a friendly and affectionate smile always playing on the slightly raised corners. He calmly conversed with the waiter, behaving elegantly and decently. It was clear from his inherent temperament that he came from a well-educated, high-class family with an excellent upbringing. Noticing Emma and Joyce approaching, he looked up and smiled at them. Emma's first impression of him was completely overturned. His dark eyes held a faint laziness, yet there was an unmistakable hint of aggression. She froze for a few seconds, her gaze involuntarily resting on him. Maybe it was because he was wearing a simple black sweatshirt, revealing a fair neck. This reminded Emma of her own high school memories where she had met him before. The last time they met was during a basketball game in her first-year student year of high school, where Emma was a cheerleader. Although the impression wasn't deep at the time, she remembered there was such a person. The reason she remembered him was simple: he was very handsome, and his appearance had left a great sense of surprise. "Emma, this is Oliver." Joyce walked over to his seat, introducing the man warmly. So, his name was Oliver. Ten years later, Emma learned his name and couldn't help but repeat it in her heart several times.