Chapter 7
Across the crowd, I quietly watched them chatting and laughing.
I observed them from afar, my heart a mix of emotions. James and that girl standing together created a picture of
harmony that made me envious.
The girl was lively and cheerful, her ponytail bouncing with her movements. She talked animatedly, gesturing with her
hands. James listened intently, occasionally flashing an indulgent smile.
Suddenly, the girl pouted and rubbed har stomach. I guessed she might have said something coy or made a face. because James reached out and ruffled her hair. This gesture made my heart clonch. It was an intimate action shared between lovers, the kind of gesture he used to make with me.
And today, he looked at another woman with such tender ayas, interacting with her so naturally… Thinking about this, heart began to ache as if pierced by needles
For a moment, I felt like I was the other woman, spying on someone else’s relationship.
my
From last night’s kiss to today’s hair ruffling, and even more intimate moments I hadn’t seen or known about, their private times together…
It seemed James quite liked her.
And why wouldn’t he? Who wouldn’t like someone who cares for them quiatly, expecting nothing in return, with eyes full of adoration?
I gave a self–deprecating smile.
Turning around the corner, I saw Kevin.
He emerged from the shadows, his gaze fixed darkly in James’s direction: “Is this the rival you’ve chosen for me?”
I looked at him directly: “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Emily, why did you stop pursuing me back thon?
I found this bewildering I had chosed him for ten years, wasn’t that enough?
Since I stopped pursuing him, he seemed to make his presence known more often.
Perhaps he didn’t really like me either. Like James, he was just driven by his unwillingness to let go.
“Even so, are you still going to get married?” Kevin asked me.
I forced a smile: “Mind your own business”
“I gave up on you long ago. I really, really don’t want to see you.”
As I brushed past him, Kovin asked: “You don’t mind even if he’s with someone else?”
I do mind, I pressed my hand against my heart.
Especially after seeing how intimate they were just now, and the intimate scenes they might have shared – they’ve
probably kissed, embraced, caressed each other, feeling each other’s warmth… My heart trembled uncontrollably. It wasn’t the excited flutter James used to give me when he touched me, but pain…
But I know that one day it would get better
Just twenty more days, Emily. Hang in there.
