He Only Regretted After I Left Him for His First Love

Chapter 3

I silently gave it a like.

Two minutes later, the post was deleted, and Elio finally called me. He said, "Lorenzo was just messing around; don't take it seriously. Have you finished revising the proposal?"

I gave a short laugh, not answering Elio's question. Instead, I looked at the divorce papers and resignation letter in my hands and said, "I have two contracts here that need your signature."

Elio said nothing, but Valentina cut in, saying, "Mattia, Elio is very busy. If you're in such a hurry to find him, you should take the initiative to come to the restaurant to look for him, rather than waiting for him to come back to you."

Her tone was accusatory, as if my calling Elio back at this time was some terrible crime.

I was silent for a moment, but looking at the documents in my hands, I eventually gave in, asked for the restaurant's address, and rushed over.

Outside the private dining room, I was about to walk straight in.

Through the open door, I saw Elio and Valentina with their arms linked, toasting each other amid the crowd's rowdy cheers. Milo stood to the side, clapping as hard as he could, his little face flushed red with excitement.

I was stunned for a moment, the hand holding the documents trembling involuntarily. But even so, I waited until the toast was finished before walking in.

Valentina was startled by my sudden intrusion. The wine glass slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. Shards cut her calf, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Elio froze beside her, but Milo had already thrown himself at me with all his strength, his hands swinging wildly. He shouted, "You bad woman! You scared my mom! You did it on purpose to hurt her!"

Caught off guard by the collision, I fell sprawling on the ground and could only let Milo pound on me.

In the chaos, I instinctively looked toward Elio, only to see him half‑kneeling on the ground, cradling Valentina's foot, his expression anguished. Throughout the entire process, he didn't glance my way even once.

I had seen such focus in his eyes before. Only back then, it had been directed at me.

Trembling, I took a deep breath, grabbed Milo's hand to stop him from swinging at me, and then explained flatly, "I didn't mean to scare your mom. I didn't expect her to react so strongly when I came in."

Elio turned back, looking at me with icy eyes. He said, "You're an adult. Don't you know you're supposed to knock first?"

I struggled to keep my voice steady and said, "The door was open. Besides, I waited outside until you'd finished your drinks."

Elio scoffed. He scrutinized me for a long moment, then had a waiter bring a first‑aid kit and commanded, "Go bandage Valentina up."

After saying that, he seemed to realize his tone had been too harsh and added, "You know, Mattia, I'm all about fairness. Since you did something wrong, you should face the consequences, right?"

Valentina flashed me a triumphant smile. She nudged Elio and pretended to take my side, saying, "Don't be too hard on her, Elio. Maybe Miss Jensen really didn't mean it? Maybe she wasn't jealous of me drinking with you, and was just fooling around?"

These two questions made Elio's face, which had just begun to relax, tighten again. He said, "Mattia, come over and bandage Valentina up." He raised his voice with unrelenting authority and added, "Don't make me repeat myself."