[It's over here.]

I sent a message to Eason.

[There was something wrong with the company. Melody said that a client came temporarily.]

[Take a taxi back.]

[Okay.]

Both of us knew that he wouldn't come to pick me up.

Even so, he and I would complete such a routine.

Because there was nothing else to say.

I flipped through the chat history with him recently. Not a single chat record was more than ten words.

What appeared the most was the sentence he had sent.

[I won't be back tonight.]

And Melody.

[Melody and I...]

He was on a business trip with Melody, met the client, and went to the airport with Melody.

Eason had an advantage. He wouldn't hide it from me.

But he had never thought that what I cared about was not whether he reported it or not, nor whether he would come to pick me up or not.

Instead, he mentioned Melody seven times out of ten.

I minded that a lot.

I had lost my temper with him dozens of times over this.

I could even memorize his reply.

"Just work."

"She's my secretary. We work together."

"You know that without her, the company can't have been established."

"You think too much. Don't be so petty."

The taxi driver saw me coming out of the hotel and smelled of alcohol. He told me, "Miss, did you drink? Do you want to call your family to pick you up later?"

No one could pick me up.

I shook my head and rolled down the window.

The night view of the city flashed by one after another.

All of a sudden, I wondered if it was because I was too ostentatious back then.

I wore a wedding dress too early.

So I couldn't get married until now.

But what would happen after I married him?

Would it always be like this?

Looking at the people coming and going outside the car window, for the first time, I wondered if I really wanted to marry Eason.

The next day, I was woken up by phone calls from Bella.

"Yvonne, the more I think about it, the more I feel that something is wrong. What did Eason mean yesterday?"

"You've been together for seven years. Didn't he dare to give you a definite answer?"

I was at a loss for words.

Because I didn't know either.

Logically speaking, I should have been very angry that he had abandoned me on the spot yesterday.

But I didn't this time.

Because I was used to it.

Suddenly, a message popped up on my phone.

[I'll pick you up at the company's dinner party tonight.]

I hesitated.

Because he hardly took me to see his colleagues.

It seemed that he wanted to make it up to me.

[Yesterday, something did happen in the company. Don't think too much about it.]

Eason was still the same Eason.

He would always be able to quickly notice the problem between us and then quickly remedy it.

"Every conflict between us will not exceed three days.

Because he could always solve it quickly according to the process.

In the past, every time I was angry and wanted to make it clear to him, he would bring up that process.

After the process was over, whether I agreed or not, he would admit that the problem had been solved.

If I made trouble again, he would ignore me.

But his eyes were questioning, "What the hell are you doing?"

He had never thought that many things couldn’t be solved.

Love was not work.

Work was about efficiency, but love was not.

[Okay.]

I went back to the room to put on my clothes and makeup and I was well-dressed from head to toe.

I looked at myself in the mirror but couldn't feel happy.

I used to be very happy that he was willing to take me to see the people in his company.

But now, I suddenly felt troubled.

I waited for him to pick me up.

The passers-by secretly glanced at me, who was dressed too delicately.

After waiting for a long time, I couldn't get in touch with him on WhatsApp.

I had better take a taxi myself.

When I arrived at the venue of the dinner party and followed the staff in, it had already begun.

The banquet was very lively. Everyone gathered in threes and fives and chatted happily.

I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't find Eason, nor did I know anyone.

I could only sit in a corner.

Then I saw Eason walking over slowly with Melody’s arm in his.

As soon as he arrived, he became the focus of the banquet.

The two of them went around socializing.

I looked at Melody, who tacitly handed the wine to Eason, and watched her whisper to him. They looked at each other and smiled.

My first reaction was not to get angry.

On the contrary, the word ‘comparable’ suddenly appeared in my mind.