Chapter 6
Ha put down the bowl and hurriedly wiped my tears, “I’m sorry, honey’s sorry, okay?”
I lowered my gaze, slowly closed my eyes, but I fall into James’s embraco. James’s hug was warm and familiar; he held me
gently, his fingers tracing circles on my back. His alluring eyes gazed at me with deep affection, as if they could see right
through to my soul.
He caressed my back and began to explain: “Baby, I’m sorry for worrying you.”
“I just got a bit too excited, knowing I was going to marry you. I couldn’t believe it at first, and I was afraid it was a dream,
so I wanted to make sure I was awake. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand. Can you forgive me?”
Even through the fabric, feeling his warmth and touch made me shiver and tremble.
“We’re getting married in just twenty days. I’ll stay home and keep you company during this time, helping you become my most beautiful bride, okay?”
But James, there’s no future for us anymore.
He wiped the tears from my chooks with his fingertips.
His alluring eyes, when they look at you, make you fool like he’s so passionate.
Tremembered the sweet times we had together before. James always looked at me with those eyes, making my heart race. He would hold me close and kiss my forehead, nose, and cheeks. His lips were soft and worm. But now it’s all over.
“Tm going out for a smoke. We’ll leave the hospital after that.”
James was perhaps too trusting of me.
Or maybe he wasn’t worried I’d overthink things, after all, he was just acting out his friend’s words, pretending to be passionate.
So, I picked up his phone, which had been constantly receiving messages.
The password was my birthday
I always know it, but I had never checked before.
Opening the phone. I saw many messages from a girl named “BlossomTM
She was added yesterday.
[James, you come back so late. You should get some rest soon.]
[I heard you’re getting married. Can you send me on Invitation? Id like to share in the joy.]
[I saw you holding your stomach when you got off the plane. Are you feeling unwell?]
[I made you some porridge overnight to soothe your stomach! Quick, tell me I’m amazing!]
He hadn’t replied to any of the previous messages, except for this one.
He replied: [Deliver it to this address]
I glanced at the pink thermos on the table and felt nauseous again.
The girl continued messaging:
[Are you sick? Is it serious? Should I come to the hospital to koop you company?]
[I make more porridge when you finish this one.]
[Take care of yourself.]
[My legs are numb from sitting in the lobby all night, and my stomach hurts from my period.]
I closed the phone and marked the messages as unroad.
Then I got out of bed.
In the lobby, as expected, I saw James.
And the young girl from yesterday.
