Meghan walked back to the lounge, closed the door and blocked out the noise outside.
She made the decision to return to San Francisco and for marriage a little hastily and she needed to find someone to take over her business in Las Vegas as soon as possible.
After Meghan made phone calls all night to arrange follow-up work, she stared at the name of Shirley, the president of Blueming Entertainment, on the computer for a long time.
Her fingertips tapped quickly on the keyboard and sent the resignation notice to Shirley's email.
Even if she had to destroy the company founded by her, Meghan would never hand it over to Shirley, an ungrateful person.
After doing all that, Meghan stretched, walked out of the room and prepared to go see the sea view.
It was late at night and the cruise ship’s banquet hall was empty, as all the guests returned to their rooms to rest.
When passing by Arman's room, Shirley's clear and sweet laughter came from inside.
The door was ajar and Meghan glanced inside subconsciously.
Shirley was wearing a high-heeled tailored dress. Meghan recognized at a glance that it must have been given to her by Sean.
Sean had cooperated with that studio and Meghan asked him to help with the design drawings.
The design draft was drawn by Meghan herself. She originally wanted to wear it to Sean's award ceremony, but after giving the design draft to Sean, there was no response. It turned out that the skirt wasn’t not made, but given to Shirley.
Shirley noticed that she was being watched and looked outside the door, but pretended not to see Meghan.
She raised her little face with a few streaks of cream on it and smiled sweetly at Arman.
“Arman, you made a birthday cake for me yourself. Will Meghan be angry if she knows about this?”
She fiddled with the cake, turning it 360 degrees provocatively and showing it to Meghan who was outside the door.
“What a beautiful cake, Arman, I love it so much!”
After saying that, she kissed Arman on the cheek.
Sean pretended to be dissatisfied and acted coquettishly towards Shirley with moist eyes.
“Shirley, don’t you like the dress I gave you? It's a high-end piece that's very hard to get and you did not even praise me."
Shirley put her arms around his neck, kissed his face and said, “I like Sean very much, too.”
Sean’s face turned red in an instant.
Looking at the three people with pink bubbles in the room, Meghan sneered and walked away.
How could she not know that Shirley was deliberately trying to anger her? In the past, she would have succeeded.
In the past, Meghan was doted on by the two of them. How could she accept that they ignored her and showed their affection to Shirley who came later?
But that moment when Meghan has decided to leave, she would not be distracted by those trivial things.
From that moment on, she, Arman and Sean could at most be considered friends. As for choosing one to marry, let Shirley choose.
The next day, after handing over all company affairs to the General Assistant, Meghan returned to the villa and packed her luggage.
After that trip, she did not know when she would be able to return to Las Vegas, so she would just throw away all the things she did not want.
In the past, the three of them were inseparable and there was a room in the villa that Meghan used specifically to store the common memories of the three of them.
Meghan walked in and looked at every detail of what had happened in the past and could not help but feel as if she were in another world.
In the safe on the desk were locked the love letters that Arman and Sean had written to her. Every word was sincere and heartfelt. Meghan carefully collected them all.
Reading it again that time, Meghan seemed to still see the burning love in the boy's eyes when he handed her the letter.
There was also a can of twinkling stars on the windowsill, which were folded by Arman himself on Meghan's eighteenth birthday. The string of paper crane wind chimes hanging next to it was made by Sean, wishing her eternal brightness and freedom.
Meghan looked at the room full of memories and her heart felt filled with sadness.
It was over. It was all over.
The twinkling stars fell into the trash can and the wind chime was smashed to pieces.
Meghan absentmindedly threw all the love letters into the shredder. The flying pieces of paper fell into the trash can, burying everything.
When Arman and Sean came back, they were both stunned when they saw the things in the garbage bag at the door.
They squatted down, opened the garbage bag and looked through the contents without caring about their cleanliness.
Sean's hand was cut by the broken pieces of the wind chime, but he seemed to feel no pain. He staggered into the room carrying the paper cranes and looked at Meghan's busy back, a little dazed, “What are you going to do?”
Meghan did not even raise her head, tore off the group photo on the wall and threw it into the trash can without even looking at it.
“Clean up the room. It's better to throw away useless things so they don’t take up space.”
Arman rushed over in two or three steps and picked up the photo from the trash can. There was a stain on the photo, so he raised his sleeve to wipe it, but it became dirtier the more he wiped.
He looked at the photo with heartache and then looked around.
The room, which was originally fully decorated, had then returned to its newly renovated appearance.
“How can this be considered useless? Meghan, that is our youth and our memories. Don’t you want them anymore?”
Sean pursed his lips and stared at the empty room, feeling as if a piece of his heart had been dug out.
Looking at the two distraught people, Meghan could not help but sneer.
Didn’t they treat Shirley as a treasure and no longer care about her? Why were they pretending to be affectionate for those insignificant memories?
If they knew that she was going back to San Francisco for marriage, what would they think and what would they do then?
