Chapter 7
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Chapter 7
1 grabbed my phone, quickly turned the screen down, and put it on the bed. Luckily, I had changed the password, so Keith could only see a few words.
I pretended nothing had happened and casually said, “Nothing. I just canceled my membership at a dessert shop. Their products have been getting worse lately, not to my taste, so I decided to stop going.”
Keith seemed to relax and pulled me into his arms, gently asking, “Cynthia, guess what I brought back for you?”
I paused for a moment and replied faintly, “A cake.”
Keith’s eyes showed a hint of surprise. “How did you know?”
How could I not know?
Back in college, whenever Keith made me angry, he would drive to a popular tourist spot to wait in line for two hours just to get me a cake. That shop was really popular, so it took him ages to get through the line. He never asked anyone else to do it. He would stand in line himself, just for me.
When he appeared in front of me, holding that sweet, delicious cake, I couldn’t help but soften.
Keith teased, “You are so easy to please, you don’t care for designer bags, just love cakes.”
I pretended to be angry and lightly poked his forehead. “It’s not that I’m easy to please. It’s because I love you, and I’m willing to let you off the hook.
“If one day I stop loving you, even if you kneel in front of me, I won’t even look at you.”
Now, he still thought the same old tricks would soften my heart. But I no longer wanted to give him that chance.
Keith carefully took out the box of pastries from behind him and placed it in front of me, like a treasure, his voice soft with affection. “I knew nothing could get past you. Your sharp nose catches every scent, doesn’t it?”
I gave a wry smile. “You really can’t hide anything from me.”
He looked down as if my words hit a nerve. He looked a little flustered. “Cynthia, I…”
Seeing his panic, I couldn’t help but find it amusing.
I took the pastries he handed me, placed them on the bedside table, and then got up to wash my face in the bathroom.
When I came out, I noticed that Keith’s face had darkened.
“Cynthia, are you still mad at me? I’ve been so busy lately, and I know I’ve been neglecting you. I haven’t spent enough time with you, but once I get through this, I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
I stayed silent, and he grew more anxious. “Next month, I’ll take you to Dathia for a while. Don’t you want to see the ocean?”
Next month?
Keith, we wouldn’t have a next month.
