Opening the private room door, we were greeted by the aroma of grilled meat.
Ethan was very capable. He rolled up his sleeves and started grilling, knowing I liked spicy food, he made sure to add extra spice for me.
Just as my face was turning red from the spiciness, the door opened and a waiter brought in over a dozen bubble teas.
It was the first time I felt bubble tea tasted so good.
Biting on the straw, I quietly asked him, “Hey, aren’t you afraid that what he said was true? What if I’m deceiving you?”
Ethan cut the grilled meat and put it in my bowl, confidently saying, “Even if you are, so what? I’ll give you enough love and money. Even if you don’t love me now, I believe you will in the future.”
It sounded like something a domineering CEO would say, but it resonated with me.
I liked him, but not to the point where I couldn’t live without him yet.
He helped me find myself and understand what love really means.
The end of the year was the best time to boost performance. Knowing I wanted to focus on my career, Ethan accompanied me in working overtime every day.
The best thing about working here was that the more effort you put in, the more rewards you got. I had originally planned to save up for a car down payment next year, but
now I had enough money for it. Just thinking about it made me incredibly happy.
During lunch break, while I was looking at cars, Jack sent me a text message.
I glanced at the long message but didn’t bother reading it.
I remembered how he used to post my pleading messages for reconciliation in their group chat for everyone to mock me. I wouldn’t do the same. It wasn’t about being noble, I just felt it was pointless.
When you don’t love someone anymore, even thinking of their name feels like a waste of time.
Ethan came over with a cup of coffee, “Hmm? Thinking of buying a car?”
I excitedly shared with him, “I’ve got my eye on this Beetle. The down payment isn’t too expensive. What do you think?”
He didn’t look down on this $16,000 car at all. Instead, he happily discussed its cost–effectiveness and color options with me.
He didn’t forget to add, “When you get your new car, you must treat me to a meal. How about some barbecue?”
I nodded confidently, “Sure, eat as much as you want!”
After the company’s annual meeting, all colleagues went out for dinner together. It was a lively and festive atmosphere.
However, you can’t be too happy too soon. For instance, we unfortunately ran into Jack and his friends again.
Not at the entrance this time, but near the restrooms.
It wasn’t just Jack, but also his group of friends and my colleagues.
I wanted to pretend I didn’t know them, but a drunk Jack grabbed my hand, “Lily, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me this once. I’ll be obedient from now on. You can’t
leave me.”
His face was flushed from drinking, his eyes looking deep even at a dog.
I shook off his hand and looked at his friends who were watching the show, “What are you standing there for? Call Rose.”
The smirks on his friends‘ faces faded, and they asked puzzled, “Jack’s like this, and you still don’t care?”
Since his friends weren’t going to do anything, why should I bother? I turned to leave.
Jack went crazy, reaching out to grab my waist.
But the figure in front of me was faster. Ethan’s fist connected directly with Jack’s face,
sending him falling to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
It looked pretty bad.
I took out a tissue from my pocket, about to step forward.
But Ethan strode to me, looking at me with a pitiful expression.
I wiped his hand with the tissue, concerned, “Oh no, does it hurt? Your hand is all dirty
now.”
Jack’s friends stood there dumbfounded.
Ethan chuckled softly.
My colleagues nearby had knowing smiles, enjoying the drama.
This incident would have ended there, but just then, Rose arrived. Seeing me, she went crazy and tried to slap me.
“Lily, you bitch, why are you still clinging to Jack!”
Ethan blocked her, gripping her wrist tightly.
It was the first time I heard him speak in such a cold tone, “Show some respect to my
girlfriend.”
The usually arrogant Rose immediately backed down, rubbing her wrist. She didn’t dare to say anything more and went to help Jack up.
But Jack pushed her away, shouting my name.
“Get away from me, it’s all your fault that Lily is angry. Don’t touch me anymore… Wah,
Lily, I was wrong…”
It was quite a sight to see a 6–foot spoiled rich guy cry like that.
I took out my phone and snapped a picture, sending it to my best friend Samantha.
“He looks so ugly when he cries. I can’t believe I was so blind before!”
Samantha sent a thumbs up: “Well done! This is the Lily I used to know! Let that
scumbag go to hell!”
I replied with a simple “okay” and left with Ethan.
My mood was calm, without any fluctuations.
The person I had loved for five years was now worthless to me!
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