Chapter 6 — Loving The Wrong Person For Four Years But Marrying The Right Person

Pho Chieu took out a medicine box, opened the instructions, and read each line attentively. I looked at him dumbfounded. I remember the first time I met him, it was the same look, holding the financial report and frowning at the meeting. At that time, I sat in the farthest position, between us there were more than a dozen people. He looked so noble, distant and cold. But now, the man who only cares about the nine-digit project is sitting in front of me, studying a tiny drug instruction sheet. The warm yellow light of the living room shone on him. His jacket was taken off, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The light softened his cold features, making him look extremely gentle. My heart suddenly pounded, the sound echoed in my head. I thought, it's done. I walked over and leaned against him. He wrapped his arms around me and covered me with a blanket: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" I snuggled into his chest, my voice muffled: "What should I do, Pho Chieu, it seems I like you more and more." He raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that you didn't like it before?" “It's not… but…” I can't describe that feeling. I'm always afraid of love, afraid of losing control. I'm afraid I'll become like my mother. But now, this feeling… doesn't seem so bad. ... After taking the medicine, I slept deeply, without dreams. When I woke up, my whole body was drenched in sweat and my mind felt much lighter. I threw the blanket off the bed, excitedly went to find Pho Chieu, intending to tell him that I was better. “Pho Chieu—” The next second, I froze in front of the study door, facing Pho Chieu's cold eyes. In his hand is my laptop. On the screen is the browser bookmarks bar. A folder named "Pho Chieu's pursuit strategy" is being opened, inside are dense links: "Interview with Pho Chieu's alumni" "Analysis of the gym and jogging route he often takes" "Compilation of specialized magazines that Pho Chieu subscribes to" "Pho Chieu's favorite coffee brand and taste" Chapter 12 Pho Chieu has left. Don't get angry, don't argue. He didn't say anything, didn't even look at me one last time. I stood frozen in place, wanting to call him, but I couldn't say anything. The feeling of fatigue from the flu is still there, but I can no longer feel it. I just felt empty in my heart, cold and scared, as if every cold wind of winter was pouring into my heart. Two days later, I recovered and returned to work. I still work overtime as usual, still go get coffee at the tea room. But I never saw him again. It turns out, when he intentionally avoided me, I really couldn't meet him. WeChat, which displays notifications every day, is now completely silent. It was as if he had really forgotten me. Sometimes I laugh at myself, luckily he didn't fire me, he's such a clear-cut person. But there were times when I was so angry that I gritted my teeth. I would rather he angrily retaliate than be indifferent like we never knew him. I don't look for you anymore. Being caught in battle like that, what else is there to say? No matter how you explain it, it's just an excuse. With Pho Chieu's conditions, girls who have intrigues with him can line up all the way to France. I was just lucky enough to get it thanks to being close. They and I are no different. I returned to my old routine: going to work alone, leaving work alone. Obviously, it's still as familiar as before But after experiencing the warmth of two people, suddenly returning to loneliness, it was really uncomfortable. On the contrary, Tich Dien Khanh - who heard the news that I was "dumped" from nowhere - began to stalk me relentlessly. Once again blocked by him downstairs at the company, I sighed helplessly: "What do you still want to do? I already told you, I won't go back to you." Tich Dien Khanh leaned against the sports car, her earrings sparkling under the street lights. He raised his eyebrows: "Anyway, you're single now. Being single with no one is the same. Let's try coming back to me?" "What are you worse than that Deputy? Look at my face—" "Money? I'm not lacking either. Whatever he gives me, I'll give him double. Why do you have to stick to him?" I didn't bother to argue, frowned and said: "I like him, what does it have to do with you?" Tich Dien Khanh laughed. There were times when I really felt unfair - such an obnoxious smile, but his face was still so deadly beautiful. “I like him.” His voice was cold and mocking. “But does he like you?” He came closer, his eyes dark: "He only likes the perfect version you pretend to be. Not me, I like you now, the real you." "He and I are not on the same path. To Van Van, love comes from acting, what's so good about it?" That last sentence pierced my heart. That's right, Pho Chieu and I are nothing more than a staged love affair. But my feelings for you are not fake. I honestly, like him. But as Tich Dien Khanh said, so what? Pho Chieu will no longer love me. A person like you, being deceived by me, for you, is an indelible stain in your life. “To Van Van, we are made for each other.” Tich Dien Khanh's voice was low and seductive, like a sea elf at midnight, wanting to drag its prey into the depths. I opened my mouth, and just as I was about to say something, the phone rang. Looking down, it was a WeChat message. Pho Chieu sent it. "Are you free? I'll come pick you up later, let's meet." "Are not." I raised my head to look at Tich Dien Khanh. "Huh?" He was surprised. “I said, I don't want to go back to you.” I looked straight into his eyes, seriously saying every word: "I don't like you." I will not accept temporary anymore.