“I think, Juan, eating these is not enough. Why don't you buy some desserts for Rosetta? Girls like these sweet little things.”
He seemed to think what I said was right and nodded, “You are right, I will go buy some later.”
I smiled but replied nothing.
After dinner, he drove me back to the company.
When he came across a dessert shop on the road, he parked his car on the side of the road.
Then he was seen striding towards the dessert shop.
Not long after, he was seen walking out carrying an exquisitely packaged cake box.
When we got in the car, he threw the puff in his hand onto my lap and said, “I bought one for you, too. Try it.”
I looked at the simply packaged puffs and then at the slogan posted on the door of the dessert shop.
“Today, the first ten people who buy strawberry cake will get three puffs of the same flavor for free!"
How ridiculous.
The puffs he gave me were a free gift from the store.
Soon, we arrived at our destination, got out of the car and watched him drive away.
I raised my hand and threw the bag in my hand directly into the trash can.
I would always appreciate what people gave to me, as long as I liked them. But it was a different story if I hated them. No matter how expensive the gift he gave me was, it was garbage to me.
In the next few days, Juan pursued Rosetta vigorously.
I did not have to ask about him specifically, I could see him in various news reports.
As I followed my mother's advice to choose a wedding ring, he was taken to the police station for fighting with Rosetta's fiancé.
The time I was choosing my wedding dress, he set off a grand fireworks display for Rosetta and confessed his love to her in public.
When I was choosing the theme for the wedding, he unscrupulously rushed into Rosetta's wedding to grab the bride.
So, after seeing those news, my broken heart has long been healed and I could even comment on them like a spectator.
It was my mother who was extremely angry.
“What's wrong with Juan recently? He has lost all his dignity for a woman and even did something like kidnaping the bride of her marriage.”
But I defended him, “Everyone has their own preferences, Mom. I think Juan likes her so much, which proves that she must have something special. So, don't worry about it.”
After my mother heard this, although she was unhappy, she did not say anything else.
“Hey, I originally wanted to bring you and Juan together, but when I proposed this idea to him, he said that he treated you as his own sister. Now it seems that it's a good thing that he made it clear to me at the time, otherwise you would have been wronged.”
It turned out that my mother had mentioned that to him. No wonder he rarely came to my house since he was with me.
I was about to respond when a reminder of Rosetta’s Instagram update popped up on my phone.
When I saw that, I remembered.
After knowing who Juan’s first love was, I secretly followed her Instagram.
Just like a mouse that feared the light, I secretly spied on her life.
I envied her for getting all the love from Juan.
I always wondered, if I became like her, would Juan love me as much as he loved her?
So I secretly imitated her dressing style and her habits.
Sometimes, Juan would look at me with love and agree to whatever I asked for.
But when the requirement was about to announce the relationship, he would avoid it.
Only then I knew the reason why.
When Juan looked at me at that time, he only saw Rosetta through me.
He loved her as a person and no matter what she became, his heart would not change.
At that moment, she just updated her status.
The photo showed a pair of clasped hands.
