Finally, she let out a sigh.
She walked up to me, stood on her tiptoes, and wrapped her arms around my neck, her breath warm against my skin.
“Actually, I have my own selfish reasons. I want you to take a break for a while and think about our wedding
“When are you planning to propose to me?” she asked with a coy smile.
But I had already proposed many times before, and each time, she had rejected me.
Every time we had a fight, she would use marriage to coax me.
Sometimes, I felt like I wasn’t her boyfriend, but more like a dog she was toying with.
I didn’t say anything
Rosalie then scratched under my chin like she was teasing a dog
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“Don’t be angry anymore, can you smile for me?” she said.
As she spoke, she deliberately kissed my Adam’s apple, as if trying to please me.
She rarely took the initiative to be intimate with me.
In the past, I would probably have been very happy.
After her advances, I would have taken control, only to be pushed away by her, laughing as she called me dirty–minded.
Thinking about it now, I really found it quite boring.
I pulled her arms away and wiped my
throat with a wet
with a wet wipe.
Rosalie stood there as if struck by lightning, dumbfounded.
“You’re disgusted by me?” she asked.
“I have to go out later, I’m going to change clothes now, I said flatly.
round, ready to go back to the bedroom.
Rosalie tried to follow, but I closed the door without hesitation and locked it.
“Fine! Don’t regret it!” Rosalie seemed to have really gotten angry this time. After throwing out these harsh words, she kicked the d
and stormed off.
When I came out of the bedroom, the living room was already empty.
Rosalie had sent a message in the company group chat saying she was treating everyone to dinner and asked who wanted to join.
Everyone remained silent.
Only Tyler sent three “excited” emojis in a row.
I knew Rosalie was deliberately trying to make me jealous.
This had happened many
ny times before. Every time it was like this–other colleagues were unwilling to participate, and only Tyler would enthusiastically respond.
In the past, I would have already been jealous and followed them, only to be mocked by them.
Now, I couldn’t be bothered.
I went directly to my friend’s place to sign the contract.
My friend was very happy and specially arranged a celebration dinner for me.
After three rounds of drinks, I went to the restroom. As I was walking, I heard familiar voices from a nearby private room.
I instinctively stopped.
Through the slightly open door, I saw Rosalie nestled in Tyler’s arms. I don’t know what they said, but Rosalie was laughing uncontrollably.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tyler quickly lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Rosalie was stunned for a moment but didn’t push him away.
“Rosalie, when are you going to break up with Felix?” Tyler asked.
“I can’t wait to be with you. Do you know how upset am every day seeing you with him?”
Tyler said with a grieved expression.
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Rosalie moved her lips, seeming to want to say something.
Finally, she hugged Tyler back, gently patting his back like comforting a child.
“Wait a little longer,” she said.
“It won’t be too long
The two of them cuddling intimately looked exactly like a couple.
I sneered and didn’t watch any
any further.
Back in the private room, after a few more drinks, we called it a night. As we were entering the underground parking garage together, my friend suddenly pulled me in front of a top–of–the–line Porsche and asked if I liked it.
I nodded, not quite understanding.
Thinking it was his new car, I was about to compliment him when my friend suddenly shoved a set of car keys into my hand.
“It’s for you,” he said.
I me.
“Ive been wanting to replace that old car of yours for a long time. It’s in such bad shape. Now that you’ve joined us, it’s time for an upgrade.”
I was about to refuse, but he seemed to already know what I was going to say and went straight to the point: “I heard Rosalie gave new guy in your company. With his terrible skills, he can drive a luxury car, so of course you can’t be worse off than him.”
“You know, I’ve seen the stuff that new guy of yours produces. The style is different every time, obviously copied from somewhere. I don’t know how he’s managed to stay in the company….
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but my friend spoke without any filter, complaining non–stop about Tyler.
I remained silent.
What he said was right. All those things were actually done by me and other colleagues in the team.
Almost every time, just as we were about to finish, Rosalie would demand that we hand it over to Tyler
That’s why Tyler’s style was always different.
Even my friend, who wasn’t in the company, could see through this.
Yet Rosalie somehow couldn’t understand.
I thanked my friend and chatted with him for a bit more before heading home.
m couch.
As I opened the door, I saw Rosalie already sitting on the living room
“Where have you been?” she asked.
She seemed to be in a good mood, her tone much lighter.
The scene of her and Tyler embracing in the hotel flashed before my eyes again.
I felt a wave of nausea.
“Had dinner with a friend,” I said flatly, walking straight towards the bedroom.
After just a couple of steps, Rosalie suddenly blocked my way, frowning. “You’ve been drinking?”
“Didn’t we agree that you wouldn’t drink when I’m not around?”
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C
The implication was that I could only drink when I was helping
I didn’t say anything.
her
entertain clients.
Rosalie, however, seemed to think of something and suddenly smiled, looking somewhat smug
“You’re still upset about me going out with Tyler, aren’t you? If you didn’t want me to go out alone with him, you could have just said so. Was it necessary to drink so much?”
“You’re overthinking it. My drinking has nothing to do with you, I said.
