I Dated My Ex's Father

Chapter 2

After a brief silence, Amir covered her mouth and giggled.

"Mr. Thompson is something else. It's fine if he didn't tell us about his relationship, but why would he bring just anyone to the estate? Doesn't he know only the lady of the house can enter this villa?"

"Oh? Then it seems Mike has already chosen you."

My voice was flat, but my eyes were locked on the diamond ring on Amir's finger.

I had heard of that Thompson family rule.

So when Mike asked me to meet him at the estate tonight, I thought he was going to propose. Even his assistant had secretly messaged me that he had bought a diamond ring and told me to make sure I wore full makeup for the next few days.

But that diamond ring was now on another woman's hand.

When I said that, a flash of panic crossed Mike's eyes, and he instinctively flung Amir's hand away.

"No..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Amir wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek.

"Is my baby shy? Don't mind him, Mrs. Thompson. Mike is just a little chauvinistic and doesn't like public displays of affection."

"Oh," I replied lightly, my gaze mocking. "Then you shouldn't be with a man like that."

Mike bit his lip so hard it almost bled. He knew I hated chauvinistic men, but since he had already gone this far with his act, he could only force himself to continue.

"Not really... I just lost my memory. By the way, have we met before...?"

"No," I cut him off.

Seeing that the script could not continue, Mike lowered his head, his voice muffled.

"Oh. Sorry."

He looked pitiful, his newly dyed black hair falling over his forehead, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

For a moment, I hesitated.

'Is Mike really that unforgivable? No. He just loves me too much. That's why he let someone else take advantage of him. Since I enjoy his good looks and passion, I should bear with his sensitivity and insecurity.'

So I looked up and stared intently into Mike's eyes.

"I'll give you one more chance. Have you really lost your memory? Think carefully before you answer."

The air instantly froze.

The massive living room fell dead silent, save for the brass grandfather clock on the wall. Its ticking made the atmosphere suffocating.

Mike clenched his fists, his palms slick with sweat.

He opened his mouth several times, but swallowed his words each time.

It wasn't until Amir complained of thirst and cooed at him to accompany her to the kitchen for water that he finally looked relieved and fled the living room in a hurry.

I glanced at my watch and remained where I was.

'We've been dating for three years. I'll give him three more minutes.'

With only a wall between us, their voices drifted clearly into my ears.

"What should we do? Lina seems really angry."

"It's good that she's angry. It means our provocation worked. Don't worry. Think about the previous times. No matter how angry she was, didn't she always come back to coax you in the end?"

Mike remained silent.

Amir snorted, "What? You don't believe me? Mike! I sacrificed my own reputation to play this role with you! If you wimp out now, I'll never talk to you again!"

"Of course I believe you. It's just... fine, we'll do it your way."

Mike hesitated for a few seconds before finally giving in.

He didn't trust my love, yet he treated Amir's nonsense as gospel.

Since that was the case, there was nothing left to hold onto.

Three minutes were up.

I withdrew my gaze, turned around, and walked away.

'Goodbye, Mike.'