HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 279 Leaving the Ridley Villa

After showering, Riddle and I both wrapped ourselves in bathrobes.

The steam still lingered in the bathroom, carrying the faint scent of blue rose shower gel.

He picked me up and carried me straight to the large bed he had specially made for me.

I had told him before that I liked a really big bed, and I never expected that he would actually order one that could sleep about five people, whether lying down or standing up.

When he gently placed me on the soft mattress, I was enveloped in that tenderness.

This bed feels like it's made of clouds; every inch of it exudes comfort and peace of mind.

Riddle lay down beside me, and he reached out and gently pulled me into his arms.

"Do you like this bed?" His voice was deep and gentle, echoing in the quiet room.

"I like it, I really like it." I leaned against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat.

We embraced each other quietly, the moonlight streaming through the thin curtains and falling on us, as if draping us in a silver veil.

Occasionally a gentle breeze blows, causing the curtains to sway softly and make a rustling sound.

I looked up at him, and his eyes shone with a gentle light in the moonlight, as if they held countless stars.

He lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on my forehead. The soft touch felt like a feather brushing against my skin, making my heart flutter slightly.

We started chatting, from the little things in life to our hopes for the future.

He recounted his adventures in the magical world after graduation, and I was captivated by the thrilling stories.

I also shared my dreams and hobbies with him, and he always listened attentively, occasionally giving some interesting responses.

Before I knew it, drowsiness was creeping in.

I drifted off to sleep in his warm embrace.

In my dream, we held hands and strolled through a beautiful sea of ​​flowers. The sun shone brightly, a gentle breeze blew, and everything was so wonderful.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and fell on our faces.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that Riddle was still asleep, his face looking exceptionally handsome in the sunlight.

I gently kissed his cheek, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Good morning," I said to him with a smile.

"Good morning, my darling." He hugged me tightly, as if he wanted to make me a part of his life.

That night, there was no passionate impulse, only warm and romantic companionship.

On this big bed, our love is quietly blossoming, and the future seems to be filled with endless beauty.

After we got up and washed, we appeared together in the restaurant, where Riddle once again waved away all the house-elves.

Watching his skillful movements, I felt as if I had returned to the past.

That was the year I spent with him, and every day was so warm and cozy.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window and onto the dining table, where I would always sit quietly, waiting for the food he had prepared.

His busy figure in the kitchen has become the most beautiful scenery in my life.

He seems to have a unique talent for cooking, and he can make every dish look, smell, and taste amazing.

I still remember the first steak he made for me. It was tender, juicy, and melted in my mouth. The taste still lingers on my taste buds.

During that period, we enjoyed delicious food while chatting and killing time.

Haha~ Just thinking about it makes me smile uncontrollably.

At that moment, the familiar aroma of food filled the restaurant once again.

I sat in my usual spot, watching him busy in the kitchen, my thoughts drifting away.

The time we spent together was filled with laughter and tears.

During those days, I witnessed his growth, and I also witnessed the loneliness deep in his heart.

He always appeared strong and aloof in front of others, but he would occasionally reveal his vulnerable side in front of me.

I know that his life is destined to be extraordinary.

He has great ambitions and aspirations that are difficult for others to match.

But beneath this seemingly cold exterior lies a heart yearning for warmth.

When I first adopted him, he was a prickly little guy who was always hostile towards me, but now he's grown so tall and strong.

I cherish every moment I spend with him in the restaurant, because I know that such moments may not last long.

No wonder many people say that it's best to raise a lover from childhood, since one will appear in front of you all the time.

Finally, he came out carrying the breakfast he had prepared.

He gently placed the plate in front of me, looked at me tenderly, and his eyes were full of affection.

Looking at the food in front of me, a warm feeling welled up inside me.

This is not just a breakfast; it is a testament to the deep affection between us.

We began to enjoy breakfast. The restaurant was extremely quiet, with only the clinking of cutlery.

I glanced at him furtively and found that he was looking at me too.

We smiled at each other, a smile that contained so much understanding and deep affection.

I know that no matter what happens in the future, the time we spent together in the restaurant will become one of the most precious memories of my life.

After breakfast, we had to say goodbye.

The restaurant was filled with the lingering aroma of food, and the sunlight was gradually spreading out through the window, but there was a faint sense of melancholy between me and Riddle.

Neither of us is the type to be inseparable all the time.

From the moment we met, we understood that we were all independent individuals with our own life trajectories and goals.

Unlike couples in the throes of new love who want to be together all the time, we prefer a relationship where "it's great to have you, but I can also live a wonderful life without you."

But parting still leaves one feeling a pang of sadness.

It's not realistic to stay together all the time; we both have things to do.

Riddle has a bunch of subordinates to manage, his own ambitions to develop, and I have my own studies to complete.

In this brief moment before parting, we silently finished our breakfast, occasionally exchanging glances, our eyes filled with understanding and reluctance. There were no many words, because we knew that no amount of talk could change the fact that we were to separate.

We are all used to keeping our feelings to ourselves and maintaining the relationship through actions and tacit understanding.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the sunlight became even brighter.

We led me to the courtyard, and he gently tidied my wind-blown hair. I looked up at him, my lips slightly upturned, and I forced a smile.

Then, we embraced gently, and in that embrace, it was as if we were conveying all our longing and concern to each other.

He released the hug, looked into my eyes earnestly, and said, "School will be starting soon, right? Remember to write to me when you have time."

I nodded and replied casually, "Okay, we might spend more time together after I graduate."

Then, he turned and walked back to his villa. I watched his figure gradually shrink until it disappeared into the courtyard. He never looked back at me again.

Although we all understand that parting is for a better reunion, I still feel empty inside.

But I know that our separation is for the purpose of becoming better in our respective fields, so that when we meet again, we can stand beside each other in a better light.

This feeling of mutual understanding and support will grow stronger with each separation and reunion.