Villain’s Favorite 137

 

Chapter 137 Old Memories 

“She really liked me,” she said. 

That was the first time he ever heard Maya mention the orphanage director. 

“Is that so…” Lawrence murmured. 

But now Maya didn’t lack cake anymore. 

So birthdays didn’t matter much either. 

Maya poked at the cake in her hand. “To me, birthdays are just a formality. I really don’t get the point of throwing a whole party like this.” 

“That’s not true,” Lawrence said, thinking back to the past few years of birthday parties. He spoke softly. “On Kaia’s birthdays, a lot of people would show up to celebrate her being born. 

“Gifts, friends, family, and people staying with her.” 

To most people, those were all signs of happiness. 

Maya let out a small “oh,” sitting on the bed and swinging her legs. “I can’t really imagine that.” 

When someone has never had something, it’s hard to imagine what it feels like for others to have it so easily. To her, birthdays were just a day when she got to eat cake. 

Honestly, the orphanage director wasn’t that bad. 

At least someone remembered her birthday. Sometimes she even got a small surprise. 

As for things like constant companionship or warm blessings-those felt too far away, almost unreal. 

In the end, the two of them finished more than half the cake together. 

Kids’ stomachs weren’t great at handling heavy sweets. By midnight, both of them felt sick from the sugar. They lay in bed, tossing and turning for a long time without falling asleep. 

Lawrence complained quietly, Maya, why didn’t you pick something else? The cake is way too sweet.” 

Maya pressed a hand to her stomach, weakly saying, “But aren’t you supposed to have cake for your birthday? I didn’t think that much about it. Next time, you go pick the food.” 

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Lawrence turned over and said bitterly. “At least I won’t choose something that makes us want to puke!” 

In his memory, those sneaky little moments were kind of sad. 

And yet, he still liked remembering them. 

The cake in his memory wasn’t even that good. 

But still, it was cake. 

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When he thought back on it, it was still sweet. 

Lawrence remembered many people from his past life very clearly. 

Some people, because of trauma, choose to blur out painful memories. They forget parts on purpose. acting like those things never happened. It’s the brain’s way of protecting itself, helping the person escape pain. 

But he didn’t do that. 

He remembered everything clearly. 

Every face. Every tone of voice. Every name. 

He remembered it all. 

When Lawrence was young, his voice was soft and sweet, almost like a girl’s. 

Because of that, when he was little, people even thought he and Maya weren’t twins of different genders, but identical ones. 

If they both had short hair, their faces looked almost the same. They could have passed as a pair of cute sisters. 

Sometimes, the same kids who liked to mess with Maya would mistake him for her and pick on him instead. 

They would push him. Pinch him. Say cruel things to him. 

But Lawrence never corrected them. 

Blood ties really were strange. 

Servers moved back and forth. The place was full of noise mixed with elegant music. In the crowd, Maya kept spotting a few familiar faces. 

In high society, circles always overlapped. It was always the same group of people showing up at different 

events. 

Running into someone you know at a party like this was normal. 

At birthday banquets like this, the main event was usually held in the first-floor ballroom. The upper floors were mostly guest rooms and quiet spaces for small talk. 

The place was just too big. Even if a few people disappeared, no one would notice. 

Finding someone here was basically like trying to find a needle in a haystack. 

Maya searched the main hall for a long time without any result. In the end, she decisively lifted her skirt and went up the stairs, scanning every child she passed. 

A boy. Black hair. Not him. 

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Another boy. Skinny. Not him. 

Two boys ran past while playing-one chubby, one short. Neither of them was the one. 

She took a deep breath, then looked at the boy walking closely behind her. 

She asked, “Alfred, are you sure you didn’t see anyone who looks like me?” 

Alfred had his head lowered, not clear what he was looking at. When she spoke, he lifted his gaze, his expression unreadable. 

Maya stared at him without blinking. 

Even though she had more than once thought his behavior and way of speaking felt almost inhuman, like something off about him. 

Still, Alfred was absolutely a genius by any normal standard. 

His observation skills, memory, and logical thinking were far beyond everyone else’s. 

If he wanted to, finding a boy with a noticeable face in a crowd wouldn’t be hard at all. 

The only condition was that he had to be willing to do it. 

And right now, he clearly wasn’t willing. 

He had been spacing out the whole time, basically slacking off. 

His attention kept drifting. Sometimes his eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, and other times he just stared at the cakes and desserts. 

He had even tried to use cake earlier to get her attention. 

And also, whenever someone accidentally bumped into him nearby, he would quietly shove them back in 

return. 

Mean in a sneaky, lazy way. 

Facing Maya’s stare, he tilted his head slightly and decided to just tell the truth. 

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