"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.

Suddenly, everyone's gaze fell on me.

Since the previous department manager resigned, I had been in charge of department affairs.

Everyone had already confirmed that choosing a department manager would be a sure thing for me.

Fionna brought Jeremiah into the company group in front of everyone.

The two of them said something in the group one after another.

Anyone who was not blind could tell that their profile pictures were of a couple.

Throughout the morning, everyone in the company was busy gossiping.

I was going to quit my job and go back to inherit the family business anyway, so I did not care if the position that should have belonged to me was taken away.

After sending my resignation letter to the HR Department via email, I took a rare break and went to the pantry to make myself a cup of honey grapefruit tea.

Just as I took a few sips, Jeremiah also came to the pantry.

He brewed a cup of coffee and sat next to me with a victorious posture.

"Arthur, I know that you have been Fionna's secret lover for five years, but I am her real boyfriend. Now that I am back, you, an outsider, should leave wisely. As long as you keep your mouth shut like before, I won't trouble you again."

As he spoke, he played a voice message. It was from the little girl who was trying to win his favor yesterday.

"Sir, did I do a great job? Don't forget the Elsa Princess outfit you promised me, okay?"

I said, how could it be so coincidental.

Looking at his malicious gaze, my intuition told me that I should leave immediately.

But he snatched the teacup from my hand and poured the tea on his face. He then smashed the teacup hard on my foot, shattering into pieces.

The grapefruit tea, which had long gone cold, slid down his face. His wet clothes and messy hair made him look so pitiful.

This bastard was really mean to me.

He blocked me from leaving and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Arthur, what are you doing? Why are you treating me like this?"

Hearing his shouting, colleagues ran over the source of sound.

He did not forget to pour his coffee on his chest as well and then rubbed his neck until it turned red.

I could not stand it anymore and punched him hard.

Hearing the commotion, Fionna rushed over and saw me, unscathed, beating Jeremiah in a disheveled state.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped me.

"Arthur! If you don't want to do this job anymore, get out of here!"

She, who was particularly angry, forcefully pushed me away and immediately helped Jeremiah to the office.

I staggered back and my lower back hit the edge of the table. It hurt so much that I almost cried.

The HR Manager, who was originally hesitant about approving my resignation report, immediately signed it.

Fionna, who was coaxing Jeremiah, did not even read the document and directly approved my resignation.

The Finance Department took advantage of the situation and immediately settled my salary to please Jeremiah, the future "boss' husband".

I still had a lot of customer information that needed to be handed over, so I moved it into a folder and prepared to send it to Fionna.

Unexpectedly, my email address of the company had been deleted.

The only one who had the right to delete the account of a departed employee was Fionna.

I sent the breakup message to her phone, but found out that she even blocked my phone number and WhatsApp.

I left the company with a clear mind, went back to clean up all traces of myself and headed straight to the airport.