6
I returned home and briefly explained the situation to my parents before curling up in my own apartment and sleeping until late the next morning.
When I woke up, I unsurprisingly saw the news of Sophia’s successful surgery on social media.
I liked the post, genuinely happy for her.
I had only taken a couple of bites of breakfast when Alexander showed up at my door again.
The apartment my parents bought for me was just upstairs from theirs, and Olivia and her brother lived next door.
The moment Alexander rang the doorbell, Olivia heard it too.
After some commotion, there was the sound of an argument.
I opened the door to see Alexander drenched, looking utterly miserable.
When he saw me, he managed to suppress his anger and force a smile. “I brought you breakfast.”
I glanced at the steamed buns in his hand: “Did Sophia eat?”
Alexander: “I know I handled this situation poorly. Sophia has finished her surgery now. There will be no more obstacles between us. Can you forgive me?”
His words were earnest.
But the one who said such nice things was also the one who didn’t dodge when Sophia kissed him yesterday.
What I once saw as admirable qualities had turned into shameless persistence.
Alexander: “You will forgive me, it’s just a matter of time. As long as I’m sincere enough.”
He walked into the living room without invitation: “C
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He walked into the living room without invitation: “Come eat breakfast. It’ll get cold if you wait.”
I found it amusing: “You still want to hold another wedding with me?”
Seemingly thinking I would eventually give myself a way out, he looked unsurprised by my “compromise.”
He even looked pleased, clearly thinking “she’s so easy to coax.”
I asked again: “Are you going to invite the same people who attended your wedding with Sophia?”
His expression turned ugly.
On the contrary, I smiled: “Alexander, you’re too arrogant. We’ve already broken up, understand?”
He couldn’t believe it.
Although he was the one who pursued me first, in our relationship, he was always the one in control.
He knew that while I appeared strong–willed, I was actually someone who didn’t know how to love properly.
But I had made plenty of concessions for him too.
Alexander gripped my hand tightly: “I don’t agree to breaking up. Stop saying things out of anger. Amelia, don’t be mad anymore, okay?”
Meanwhile, Olivia glanced at her phone with a worried expression and pulled me away from Alexander’s grasp.
She was unusually serious: “Come with me, my brother is going to jump off the roof.”
