Just as she was about to say something, the doctor came to check on the patient and she returned to her cold demeanor.

Before leaving, she did not forget to remind me.

"Have a good rest and remember not to use your special status to enjoy privileges in my company. Everyone is treated equally and must follow the rules."

The doctor looked at the fake smile on my face and teased me.

"Your boss has already left, so there's no need to force a smile on yourself anymore. She is tough-tongued but soft-hearted. She has already paid for your medical expenses."

The fake smile on my face turned into a wry smile.

Fionna acted so well.

So, apart from a few of her friends, no one knew that we were in a relationship and had been dating for five years.

I had asked her countless times when we would make our relationship public, but she had always used the excuse that the time had not yet come.

So long, to the point that I did not even know what we were?

Today, she gave me the answer.

Misunderstanding my amnesia and blurting out "I am your boss" was her true thoughts.

The injuries from the car accident were not serious. After staying under observation for three days, the doctor discharged me from the hospital.

Since I used medical insurance, the excess amount from the settlement was returned to Fionna's original account.

She had not shown up or contacted me for three days, so she called me.

"You're being discharged so soon? You didn't even tell me in advance. I have to meet a client today and I don't have time to pick you up."

"Um."

I suppressed the almost blurted out question.

Her location, was traced to be in a hotel.

What was she busy with? It was self-evident.

A male voice sounded. "Fionna, help me take the towel!"

She immediately hung up the phone.

It did not take long for me to notice that she had posted a picture of the ten fingers clasped together on her social media and even tagged me.

That was my hand and hers.

But she did not show my face.

It was a photo that I had wanted to share on my social media countless times over the past five years, but she always rejected it.

I used a secondary account to check on her post and as expected, her post was set to be visible only to me.

Now that I had decided to let go, she was willing to use this method to appease me.

Unfortunately, I did not need it anymore.

She asked me why I had not liked the post yet and looking at her new WhatsApp profile picture, I asked her to delete the status.

Her profile picture could be seen as a romantic one at a glance.

But not with me.

Fionna sent me a few question remarks, but I did not reply.

When I got home, the house was still the same as it was before I left.

It seemed that she had not been back since the concert that night.

I restrained my thoughts and started packing my luggage.

However, in just half a day, the home that had been carefully decorated for five years became much emptier.

Most of them were couple items I bought, but because she was used to having secret relationships, she did not like to wear anything that could show she had a partner.

I also laughed at her for being as cautious as playing Infernal Affairs.

It turned out that in her heart, I had never been her type.

In the middle of packing my luggage, Fionna unexpectedly came back.

"Arthur, what do you mean? I asked you to have dinner, but you didn't answer my phone or reply my text!"

Smelling the faint smell of cigarettes on her body, I quickly reached out to stop her from approaching.

I glanced at the suspicious kiss mark on her neck and said calmly, "I was busy and didn't check my phone."

She glanced around the house irritatingly.

"Don't tell me you're busy tearing the house apart. Don't you know how to take a break after just being discharged from the hospital?"

She pointed to a bag of brand-new items on the floor that she had not had time to throw away.

"Are all of these unnecessary?"

I bent down to pick up the bag and she took it over voluntarily.

"Alright, I'll go throw it away. Please don't buy random things anymore. Are you going to waste your money?"

"Hurry up and change your clothes. I'll take you out for dinner."

I thought it was a good time to talk to her before leaving, so I nodded. "Okay."

From the balcony, I saw that she had thrown those couple items into the trash can without any hesitation.

As worthless as my five-year relationship with her.

We came to the restaurant together and she ordered several dishes that we often eat, but she also ordered the bitter dandelion green with garlic I hate the most.

I lost my appetite in an instant and I no longer felt wronged.

"Waiter, please take this dish away and keep it on the order receipt as is."

But Fionna moved the dish in front of her.

"I just didn't accompany you in the hospital, why are you so pretentious? If you had paid attention to where you were walking, you wouldn't have been crashed and rushed to the hospital."

Having seen how she cared about me, it was obvious that she did not love me.

The person who used to worry about me when I had a high fever and cried in the middle of the night on the way to the hospital, now did not even worry about me and left me when I was hospitalized.

The person who knew I hated bitter dandelion green and never bought me anything bitter suddenly ordered bitter dandelion green, just like when we first met five years ago.

I tugged at the corner of my mouth and said lightly, "I hate eating dandellion green. It tastes bad."

"Then why don't you just not eat this dish?"

Her impatience was obvious, but I kept smiling.

"Let's split ...."

Before she could finish her words, a man appeared at the dining table.

"Fionna, after so many years, do you still remember that I love dandellion green?"

I calmly raised my eyes and looked at the man who looked down on me with disdain.

She naturally moved a seat closer and the man sat next to her opposite me.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Fionna's boyfriend, Jeremiah Nolan."

I did not give him any response.

He then took her hand and began to play with it.

"Fionna, why don't you introduce him? He's ...."

Fionna's face did not look very good.

It seemed that the man's sudden appearance caught her off guard.

Her evasive gaze made me laugh.

"I'm an employee of Ms. Simpson's company. There happened to be no seats in the store, so I shared a table."

Fionna looked at me with a shock flashed in her eyes and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, yes, this is one of my employees, Arthur Pritchard."

Jeremiah laughed heartily upon hearing these words.

"Arthur, you must have exceptional abilities. This is the first time I've seen her eat at the same table with a man other than me."

After that, he put the phone aside and pushed it forward casually.

The provocative implication was extraordinarily thick.

I caught a glimpse of his WhatsApp profile picture and confirmed that he was in relationship with Fionna who was still my girlfriend. Cih!

Even the clothes they were wearing today were in the same color, just like high-end couple outfits.

Now the two of them were sitting together, with the soft light shining on them and they looked an especially good match.

I put down my spoon and forks and left.

Jeremiah gripped my hand until his nails were almost digging into my flesh where Fionna could not see it.

"Arthur, you left as soon as I arrived. Did I say something wrong? Isn't it enough for me to apologize to you?"

Encountering the red flag guy, I did not have the patience to play along with him, so I just pulled my hand out forcefully.

For no apparent reason, his hand slapped the little girl who was playing nearby.

The little girl was in pain and started crying.

Jeremiah looked a bit panicked and hurriedly apologized to the little girl.

Fionna also quickly apologized to the parents by transferring money.

Unexpectedly, the little girl suddenly pointed at me and said, "It's him! It's him who threw this guy's hand over and hit me! I want him to apologize to me!"

Jeremiah immediately looked like he had been wronged.

"Arthur, I don't know how I offended you. If you are dissatisfied with me, just come to me. Don't hurt innocent people."

Suddenly, people dining around me were pointing and whispering at me.

Fionna glared at me fiercely and said coldly, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and apologize to her! Aren't you ashamed?"

With someone's support, the little girl suddenly ran over and bit my hand, refusing to let go.

The more Jeremiah coaxed the little girl, the harder she bit.

I could not be mean to a child, so I apologized to her.

However, Fionna was not satisfied yet. She could not see my hand was bleeding from biting and stubbornly held me back as I was about to leave.

"Arthur, apologize to Jeremiah!"

Jeremiah advised her with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Fionna, forget it. I'm fine. It's just that the little girl got hit and hurt badly."

She looked at the back of the man's reddened hand and felt extremely sorry.

She turned around and pressed my hand into the hot soup that had just been served.

The soup was not hot, but at least the salty soup with a temperature of over 60 degrees soaked through the bitten area, which was enough to make me feel burning and tingling all over my body.

"Arthur, why are you so vicious? This is a lesson for you!"

"Is that who I am in your heart?"

Even though I already knew the answer in my heart, I still asked this question out of shame.

The farce had provoked criticism from everyone.

"Which one is her boyfriend?"

"Are you stupid? It's obvious that the one being protected is the real boyfriend. Can't you see it in such an obvious couple's outfit?"

When their gaze fell on me, they were full of sympathy.

"Hey Miss, that's enough. If you keep pressing his hand, it will be burned!"

I had a pale face and looked at Fionna with a smile instead of anger. She was rarely flustered when we looked each other.

Finally, she was willing to let go of my hand and left with Jeremiah.

When I got home, she asked the errand boy to deliver me a box of burn ointment.

"Arthur, please don't deliberately seek trouble to target Jeremiah. From now on, I hope you can get along harmoniously."

Was she trying to soothe me with a box of burn ointment and enjoy the happiness of everyone else?

I applied the ointment without replying and she still did not come back the whole night.

The next day when I went to the company, my colleagues looked at me with strange eyes.

Sitting at the workstation, Garvin Agler, who had a good relationship with me, lowered his voice and asked me, "Arthur, they all say you seduced Ms. Simpson and got caught by her boyfriend. Now it's rumored within the company ...."

I took the phone he handed over.

Only then did I realize that someone was also on the restaurant yesterday. They created a new group on fire overnight, discussing my failure to climb the ladder.

Before I could explain, Fionna appeared in front of everyone with Jeremiah.

"Let me introduce to you guys, this is the new department manager, Jeremiah Nolan."

It turned out what Fionna said about I should not cause trouble and get along well with Jeremiah was she brought him over to be my superior.