Plot Twist: I'm Dating Your Best Friend novel Chapter 90 Free reading

Fireworks lit up the sky one after another, illuminating the entire stretch of the river. Cassandra found herself entranced by the spectacle.

How long had it been since she last watched fireworks in such quiet serenity? The last time she recalled was back in college when Cameron had taken her to Sparkleland.

They had waited for over four hours just to see the evening fireworks show.

Cassandra had been so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. Cameron took off his jacket, draped it over her, and said, “Lean on me and sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up when the fireworks start.”

But she hardly saw any of them in the end, because he started kissing her the moment the show began. By the time the kiss ended, so had the fireworks.

He promised her, “Next time, I’ll have a firework display just for you. You’ll see as much as you want.”

Cassandra shook her head and said, “Forget it. Setting off fireworks for me is such a waste. And it pollutes the environment, too.”

Women were just like that—always saying one thing and feeling another.

Logically, fireworks added to the PM2.5 pollution. But deep down, who wouldn’t want the person they loved to light up the sky, just to make them smile?

Not because it was a birthday or holiday, but just for the sake of seeing a loved one smile.

“What are you thinking about?” Ryan asked.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Cassandra shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Are you reminiscing? Did Cameron ever take you to watch fireworks?” Ryan asked further.

“It’s been too long. I don’t remember,” she replied.

As they spoke, Cassandra suddenly felt something warm on her shoulders. At some point, Ryan had taken off his coat and placed it over her.

Given that they were two people of the opposite sex alone together, it felt too intimate. Instinctively, she took it off and tried to return it.

However, he said, “The night is chilly. If you get sick, who’s going to walk my dogs for me?”

Cassandra gave him a look of exasperation. “Mr. Scott, with a mouth like yours, it’s no wonder a certain someone won’t take you back after 15 years. Only someone like Janice can handle you.

“Why do you keep bringing her up?” Ryan asked. ‘Are you two close or something?”