After He Ghosted Me, I Left for Australia

Chapter 4

Felix pressed his lips tight, his face icy, and there was a brattish, entitled edge to his tone. "Who said you could sit in the passenger seat? That's my Georgia's spot. Move to the back, now!"

A flicker of dark frustration crossed Ophelia's eyes, and she begged softly, "Felix, I get carsick..."

Felix's scowl deepened.

Just then, Georgia spoke up. "It's fine, I can sit in the back."

Felix's eyelid twitched. Before he could get a word out, Georgia had already pulled open the rear door and slid into the backseat. It made his face turn thunderous. He got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Georgia stared at the scenery blurring past the window, completely caught off guard when Ophelia suddenly struck up a conversation with her.

"Georgia, I used to be so jealous that you landed a great boyfriend like Felix. But not anymore. I found someone who dotes on me too now."

Sitting right behind the passenger seat, Georgia watched Felix's frosty expression soften for a split second, clear as day.

That tiny flash of warmth felt like a stab to the chest, making her heart twist painfully.

After a beat, she forced a weak smile. "Really? I wish you two a long and happy marriage."

Ophelia stared at Georgia's calm, unreadable eyes in the rearview mirror, and bit down hard on her teeth in frustration.

She was just about to snap back with something when Felix spoke up, his tone cool and unyielding. "Ophelia, I hate it when people make a racket next to me while I'm driving."

Ophelia nodded demurely. "Okay. I'll be quiet."

The car sped down the road, and it didn't take long at all to pull up to the Sydney Opera House. After parking the car, Felix laced his fingers through Georgia's and headed straight inside. As they'd wandered through the halls and waterfront promenade, the suffocating weight pressing down on Georgia's chest finally lifted a little.

Felix glanced at his phone, his tone soft and fond, "Georgia, let's grab something to eat first. There's the harbour fireworks show later tonight, remember?"

Georgia didn't argue, and Ophelia had even less of a reason to object. The three of them headed straight for the nearest waterfront restaurant.

The restaurant was buzzing, nearly two-thirds of the seats full of chattering guests.

Felix found a spot by the window overlooking the water and tugged Georgia down to sit right next to him. Ophelia, on the other hand, slid into the seat across from Felix like it was the most natural thing in the world.

No sooner had she sat down than she whined in a hoarse, breathy voice, "Ugh, we've been walking all day. My legs are killing me!"

Felix replied casually, "Pfft, that's just you being out of shape!"

It sounded like a harmless joke on the surface, but Georgia could practically taste the thick, charged tension sizzling between the two of them.

She let out a bitter, silent laugh to herself and leaned down to grab her phone out of her bag.

That one quick glance was all it took for her to catch the sultry little scene playing out under the table.

Ophelia's smooth, delicate foot was rubbing slow, teasing circles against Felix's upper thigh. And Felix's long, slender fingers were curled around her glossy, soft toes, massaging them gently.

The movements were so intimate, so natural.

Georgia's breath caught in her throat instantly. Even though she'd already known about their relationship for a while, seeing it right in front of her face sent a sharp, searing pain tearing through every last inch of her body.

When she sat back up, Felix was looking right at her, that soft, fond smile spread across his face. "Georgia, you can't handle super spicy food, right? I'll take this extra spicy dish off the order."

Georgia took a slow, deep breath, just barely managing to steady her frayed nerves. "Either way works for me."

After they finished eating, Georgia couldn't summon the slightest interest in exploring the waterfront any further.

A giddy, triumphant spark lit up Ophelia's eyes. "Georgia, if you don't feel like walking, I'll take Felix with me! I've been dying to explore the harbourfront!"

Felix stood right beside Georgia and shot her down without a second of hesitation. "No, go find someone else to walk with. I'm staying with Georgia."

Ophelia glowered at him, clearly annoyed, but she turned and walked away anyway. It barely took her a minute to link up with a soft-faced, good-looking guy.

Georgia watched Felix's face darken, and couldn't hold back a dry, sardonic chuckle. She spoke casually, like she didn't care one bit. "Better you go with her than let her hang around some random stranger. At least you'd make sure no one takes advantage of her, right?"

Felix's jaw went tight instantly. Barely three seconds later, he dropped Georgia's warm hand and strode straight over to Ophelia.

Georgia felt the warmth of his palm fade from her skin, fast as a dying flame, and twisted her mouth into a bitter smile.

'Felix, no matter how hard you pretend to be crazy about me, you can't fight the fact that your heart's already fully tilted toward Ophelia.'

At eight o'clock sharp, the world-famous Sydney Harbour fireworks show kicked off.

The music swelled, booming across the water, and fireworks exploded in the night sky one after another, reflecting off the Opera House sails. The entire waterfront, lit up by swathes of colorful, glowing lights, felt like a surreal, dreamlike wonderland.

Felix held Georgia's hand, standing right in the best viewing spot.

Over the crackle and roar of the fireworks, Georgia heard his voice cut through the noise. "Georgia, I want to be with you, year after year, for all our days."

Georgia froze for a second.

Before she could say anything in reply, Felix covered her eyes with his hand. "You know, the ten seconds when fireworks burst are the luckiest time to make a wish."

But through the gaps between his fingers, Georgia saw it crystal clear...

He turned his head without a shred of hesitation and kissed Ophelia, who was standing right next to him on his other side.