Chapter 12 — The Day You Sent Me To Jail

Just glared at me, lips moving a few times. Then she turned and left. High heels clicked on the marble floor, faster and faster, faster and faster. It's like running away. I watched her back disappear from the restaurant door. Then he bent down again and continued to eat his breakfast. The toasted croissant crust is very crispy. Take a bite and hear a crunchy crunch. Really delicious. 【Chapter 9】 3 hours after Hua Nhuoc Tinh left. Tham Yen Bach arrived. I'm jogging in the hotel gym. The number on the treadmill shows 4.8 km. An old song is playing in the headphones. Then I saw him—reflected in the large mirror in front of the treadmill. He stood at the door of the gym. Don't wear a jacket. Just wearing a black turtleneck sweater, with dark pants underneath. His face is even worse than 5 days ago. Cheekbones are more prominent, lips are dry and chapped. Probably just coming in from outside, the tip of his nose and ears are still a little red from the cold. I don't stop. Just keep running. He also didn't move. Just standing there at the door like that, watching me run. One minute. Two minutes. I pressed the speed button and the speed slowly slowed down. From running to walking quickly, then from walking quickly to walking slowly, and finally stopping completely. I used a towel to wipe the sweat from my neck and took off my headphones. Turn around. Face him.

“How did you find your way here?”

His voice was very hoarse.

“Nhuoc Tinh told me.”

Hua Nhuoc Tinh. When she came to find me, she definitely noticed the name of this hotel. Then go back and tell Tham Yen Bach. The corners of my lips curled up in a sarcastic curve.

“Did you ask your wife to help you find your ex-girlfriend?”

His throat slid up and down.

"She left on her own. I don't know."

“Oh.”

I draped the towel over my shoulder, picked up the water bottle and took a sip.

“So why did you come here?”

“I came to find you to talk.”

“I already said it last time.”

“That time doesn't count.” He took two steps forward, "That time there was a lawyer next to you. You talked to me in the name of the Chinh Hang fund. It wasn't me talking to you."

"There's nothing left to talk about between you and me."

“Yes.”

He took another step forward. The light in the gym shined on his face, clearly illuminating the tired shadows under his eye bags.

"Khuong Duong. Tell me. Who are you?"

I looked at him. His eyes are dark brown. Under the light, a slight amber color appears. Over the past 4 years, these eyes have looked at me countless times. But most of them were just casual glances. It's like looking at a piece of furniture. A familiar item that never disappears, and doesn't need to be treasured. And now—in those eyes there was something I had never seen before. Anxious. Confused. And a feeling— Regret to the point of overflowing.

“Who am I, does it matter?”

“Important.”

"What's important? Because I have Chinh Hang's shares? Because I can make your company bankrupt?"

“It's not—”

“Then what for?”

His hands clenched into fists. Loosen up. Then tighten again.

“Because I'm sorry to you.”

Those six words. Falling into the quiet space of the gym, just like a stone thrown into the water. My heartbeat—missed a beat. Just one beat. Then hit the jar again often.

“What's wrong?” My voice was extremely calm, "Is it your fault for locking me up? Or is it your fault for treating me like an invisible person for the past 4 years?"

He said nothing. I continued.

“Shen Yen Bach, do you know what the most ironic thing is?”

“You came to find me today, not because you love me.”

“You came because you discovered I was starting to have value.”