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.
Eason and Melody finally came close to me.
I could see them, but they didn't notice me in the corner.
"Ah, this must be Mrs. Nash. No wonder Mr. Nash is so young and promising. He has such a beautiful wife."
No one knew who said this, but the venue became a little quiet.
Everyone in the company knew Melody was Eason's secretary.
But everyone knew that he had a girlfriend of seven years.
The unintentional words made all their colleagues want to hear the follow-up.
Melody covered her mouth and giggled while getting closer to Eason.
"Mr. Adams, this is Miss Meyer, my secretary. She has connected with you before."
Without a trace, Eason changed the topic.
But he did not refuse Melody to stick to him.
The two of them held hands and walked away.
Next to them, there was an uproar from the company.
I felt awkward and lowered my head to look for my phone.
I took out my phone and found that Eason had just replied to me.
[I just went to an emergency meeting with Melody. I was delayed.]
[Are you here?]
[Where are you? Why didn't you reply?]
[Forget it. You don't have to come if you're not here.]
I raised up my head and looked at their backs. It was strange that I wasn't angry.
I just found myself a little funny.
