chapter 3

After saying that, I grabbed my suitcase and stormed back to my room in anger.

And as if to punish me, Sean didn’t come to my room to sleep that night.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips when I thought about it.

Even though I was Sean’s girlfriend, I was more like his lover.

He could walk into my room anytime he wanted.

But if I wanted to see him, I had to knock first and wait for his permission to enter.

If he was in a bad mood, he wouldn’t even bother to say "I’m busy" in reply.

But back then, it suited me just fine. The wedding was only four days away, and I didn’t want to have much contact with him either.

When I got up the next morning, Sean was already sitting at the dining table.

He pointed to the milk on the table.

"Aren’t you having stomach problems? I asked Mary Cooper to heat up some milk for you."

This was always Sean’s way of making up.

Before, to give him a way out, I would usually pick up the milk and drink it all in one go.

Even though I hated drinking milk the most.

Instead of taking the milk cup from his hand as usual, I called for Mary.

"Mary, could you please get me a bowl of porridge?"

But Sean held out the milk to me again.

"Was it just because I asked you to apologize to Ella last night that you’re being so melodramatic?

"Ella is my right-hand woman, you know that. I can’t afford to lose her. If you drive her away, how am I supposed to get my work done?"

Looking into his eyes that tried to feign tenderness, my heart tightened unconsciously.

Sean and I had met during my internship. He was the boss, and I was a new intern at the company.

Since I didn’t know who the boss was when I first arrived, I asked him to press the elevator floor for me once when I was buying coffee for the department.

After that, I received flowers every now and then. It wasn’t until a month later that Sean called to ask me out for dinner.

The first time we met properly was in a five-star hotel. He was a gentleman, knowledgeable and witty. I was won over by him at that first formal meeting.

Half a year later, I moved into his villa.

In the first year of our relationship, we were really happy.

He would make all kinds of pastries for me with his own hands. When I caught a cold or got sick, he would leave his meetings and rush home to take care of me.

Because we didn’t want our relationship to go public, when I worked overtime, he would stay in the office to work overtime too. Then we would sneakily eat late-night snacks and kiss in his office like we were doing something forbidden.

I was sure that Sean had loved me deeply back then.

But ever since Ella became his secretary, even a gentle look from him had become a luxury.

I pulled a faint smile and said calmly, "If you can’t live without Ella, you might as well marry her. That would be the safest way, wouldn’t it?"

Sean’s impatience was obvious. I didn’t even have to guess—he was going to say something about me being unreasonable again.

So I was the first to open my mouth.

"Sean, let’s brea.."

I didn’t get to finish my sentence before Ella walked in from outside the villa.

"Mr. Brown, it’s already eight o’clock. We need to leave for the company now."

Sean immediately stood up with a cold face, picked up his suit jacket, and followed her out.

Once again, my fist had hit a pile of cotton.

It didn’t hurt, but it was suffocating enough.