Chapter 18 — Late Love You

After nearly a month of not seeing each other, Pho Canh Tham seemed thinner and had light dark circles under his eyes. Looking at him standing in a corner chatting with others, unconsciously pursing his lips, I knew that his insides were not at all quiet. This is also considered a "harvest" after more than a year of marriage for him and me, sometimes recognizing subtle changes in him so easily. A moment later, he came over and looked at me, then hesitantly looked at the partner next to him, as if he had something to say. I immediately stood up and kept smiling: "If Mr. Deputy has something to discuss with President Truong, I will leave now."

“No, I…” Pho Canh Tham's eyes avoided, “Actually I want to talk to you.”

The partner immediately understood, stood up and smiled: "My friends are here, I'll go entertain them a bit, you two just keep talking." He ran away very quickly, as if afraid that being stuck between us would be awkward.

“If you have something to say, say it.” I lowered my eyes, not looking at Pho Canh Tham's expression, but accidentally saw the tip of his hanging left hand shaking.

"I want to pursue you from the beginning, want to be with you again. Can you give me a chance?" Pho Canh Tham spoke, his voice light and pleading.

I suddenly looked up and looked at him in shock: "You, came here just to tell me this?" Pho Canh Tham didn't show up for a long time. I thought he was understanding, but I didn't expect him to make up his mind to pursue me. But I don't want to jump into the fire pit anymore. For other women, the Pho family is a door of wealth and desire, but for me it is a cave with a wolf's mouth. Every member of the Pho family did not welcome me, looked down on me and was cold towards me, and Pho Canh Tham in her marriage was cold and heartless. It was very difficult for me to escape this marriage, how can I repeat the same mistakes?

“Don't want!” I almost decisively interrupted him, "I won't give you any chance, nor do I want to be with you. Give up that idea."

“What… did you say?” Pho Canh Tham stiffened, his eyes filled with disbelief and pain.

I moved my eyes and said faintly: "We are divorced, Pho Canh Tham, please forgive me." Pho Canh Tham's eyes turned red and his breathing became heavier. He bowed his head and gently begged: "In the past, it was all because I was not good. I didn't see through it. It was a trap set by someone else. I misunderstood you, ridiculed you, and did many miserable things. But I can't be without you. I will try to make up for it and beg you..." His voice suddenly grew louder, and the people around him all glanced in this direction. You don't feel embarrassed, but I do. Bringing these things up again and again just reminds me how completely wrong I was in the past. I was about to speak when a shadow suddenly approached.

“Miss Hua, what are you two talking about?”

The person who came was young and handsome, wearing a straight suit, standing straight but approachable, with a bit of a cute look. That's my partner's son, Truong So Tran, who I often work with on this project. I took the opportunity to change the subject and silently sighed: "Nothing, just talking to Mr. Pho."

"What are you talking about? Let me hear it. Your celebration party is boring, there are so few people your age." Truong So Tran's voice was cheerful and cheerful, sounding like she was being spoiled. He is inherently active bowl, I laughed: "Or should you sneak away? I'll cover for you."

“No, I'd rather stay here with you, what if you get drunk and someone takes advantage of you.” Truong So Tran put his hands on the table and half hugged me.

We chatted carefree, ignoring the cold eyes that came our way. Pho Canh Tham uncomfortably glared at Truong So Tran as if looking at an enemy who had angered him, his expression extremely unsightly.