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I pushed him away with all my strength, but I was dumbfounded to find that the lunchbox I bought for dinner had fallen to the floor.
I didn't need to look to know that the box was already in a terrible state.
What is all this called?
As she squatted down to clean up the mess, the tears that she had been holding back for the whole day finally fell down like heavy rain, “bla bla bla bla” onto the bento box.
Claire walked briskly down the sidewalk, the city lights twinkling in the night, but her mood was as dark as the moonlight obscured by dark clouds.
She had just gotten away from Dean, yet her mind still rippled.
“Claire!” Dean's voice sounded again, he caught up and held her hand, a hint of pleading in his tone, “I'm sorry, just let me explain, okay?”
Claire's heart skipped a beat, and she almost wanted to burst out laughing. Explain? The beautiful home in her heart had crumbled at his betrayal of Lauren.
Biting her lip tightly, she raised her head stubbornly and said firmly, “No explanation is needed, I will never act as a third party between others!”
Dean anxiously tried to argue, but Claire was determined not to look back. She shook her head, a hint of tremor in her voice,
“Can you use a moment of confusion as a defense for killing someone? Dean, you can change the invitation to Lauren's name, and you and me ...... don't have to tangle with each other anymore.”
She turned and ran, and in the night, Dean's silhouette was stretched long and lonely by the streetlights.
Claire's heart was filled with pain, but she knew she had to be strong.
Her stomach growled and rumbled, and Claire searched through the cupboards without finding a single cookie crumb.
She kicked the cupboard, only to transfer the pain from her heart to her toes. Holding her foot and jumping up, Claire fell disheveledly onto her bed when there was a sudden tap on the door.
Claire didn't have the good sense to pull open the door, “I've already said that I won't accept any kind of apology, you completely disappear from my eyes ......”
Before the words were finished, she immediately blushed.
Standing in front of her was not Dean, but the same as she had rented the attic tenant, a handsome boy.
His name was Terrence Wei, and he was carrying a serving of Si Xi Tang Yuan, bought from the famous store across the road.
“Uh ...... sorry, I thought it was ...... I didn't know it was you, sorry.”
Claire hurriedly apologized. Her day, from the time she came back from her business trip, had turned into a mess.
Terrence Wei's fair face went pink, “Uh ...... my name is Terrence Wei, hi ...... I live next door... ... “
He nodded his head like a peck of rice, and then raised the bag in his hand as if offering a treasure, ” I saw that you spilled your bento, so ......
I bought four happy soup dumplings for you, and it tastes pretty good, you ...... try it?”
Even though Claire wanted to haughtily refuse, her stomach growled uncooperatively. Blushing even more, she lowered her head and took the box, “Thank you.”
“No ...... you're welcome.” Terrence Wei really lived up to his name, so showy that he was a match for himself.
Only after swallowing the box of soup dumplings with wind and snow sweeping the remnants of clouds into her stomach did Claire sigh contentedly.
Her head was a little dizzy, and she hurriedly rinsed off, but ran out of hot water because she had missed the time, and was so cold that she could almost hear her teeth clacking.
After getting under the covers and rubbing his hands together, he warmed up.
When I looked at my own simple furnishings, I noticed a few fancy dresses that were carefully covered with tulle, and they stood out. Those were all prepared for the wedding ......
Tears fell in bewilderment, and the pain in my heart that had cut like a knife had actually ceased to exist.
Thinking back once more on the interaction with Dean, surprisingly, because too much time has passed, all let the memories all become a confused blank. Did she love him?
Maybe not, she simply wanted to move on to that one home.
Claire refused haughtily even though she wanted to, but the hunger overwhelmed her. Her face turned redder with embarrassment, and she bowed her head to accept the tetrazzini dumplings Terrence Wei handed her.
“Thank you.” Her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
“No ...... you're welcome.” Terrence Wei's voice also carried a hint of nervousness. After this small exchange, the atmosphere between the two became somewhat subtle.
Claire felt a hint of satisfaction after finishing the soup dumplings.
Her head was a little dizzy, and she took a cold shower, but the hot water was not available because she had missed the time, and her teeth were so cold that she could almost hear her teeth “clacking”.
She got under the covers and rubbed her hands together to warm up.
As she surveyed her simple furnishings, the few garments she had carefully covered with tulle stood out.
That was all prepared for the wedding ...... Tears fell blankly, and the pain in her heart that cut like a knife actually no longer existed.
Think back again and Dean's interaction, surprisingly, because too much time, all let the memories are into a confused blank.
Did she love him? Maybe not.
She just wanted to go to that home. A young and wild youth, he held her hand in front of the flowers promised forever, but not yet into the wedding hall, with betrayal, tore open her dusty wounds.
In the morning when she was woken up by her cell phone alarm, Claire realized that she had slept well, not even a dream.
Disappointedly, she looked out the tiny window, the morning sun was breaking through and it was a new day.
As she came back to her senses, she realized that she had wasted her time just sitting there dumbfounded on her bed, hastily lifting the covers and jumping up, quickly washing her face and brushing her teeth, finishing her morning preparations with the speed of a black panther.
It wasn't until I squeezed onto the wobbly bus with my soy milk and rice balls that I exhaled.
Wasn't life going to be the same without Dean in it? Claire encouraged herself as she bit hatefully into her rice ball.
Time is really the best medicine for wounds, even if the wound is serious and the blood is flowing, it will slowly stop.
Dean and Lauren didn't end up getting married, and after Claire wrote “no” to the olive branch they offered her, the day finally settled down.
After dismissing Julia with a few words, Claire retreated to her snail's shell and once again lived a life of two lives. She was only twenty-four and didn't have to rush into the prison of marriage.
This time, she was going to polish her eyes ...... Claire couldn't stop cheering herself up. “Claire, Assistant Liu would like you to come over.”
On the intercom, Ms. Zhang's familiar voice carried a vague jealousy.
Claire put down the phone and froze a bit. Gabriel Liu was nothing more than a familiar voice to her, gentle with a bit of magnetism, limited to explaining official business.
Subconsciously looking up to the ceiling, the twenty-eighth floor is a height she can not reach.
Anxiously knocking on Gabriel Liu's office, Claire first sent over a smiling face, “Assistant Liu, is there something you want me to do?”
Gabriel Liu raised his head, his gaze somewhat complicated. After a moment of silence before pointing across the room, “Go to the president first, he's the one looking for you.”
President? Claire was immediately startled, “Ah? I didn't do anything wrong, right?”
“The president has something to order ...... you have to go.” Gabriel Liu smiled silently.
“That ...... can I not go?” Claire asked, chagrined.
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