Love is Willing To Bet and Admit Defeat

For the 99th time, Jessa Doyle rejected my proposal.

I found an exquisitely packaged wristwatch on her dressing table.

She casually said, "I wanted to surprise you on our anniversary, but you accidentally found out."

I thought she had finally come to her senses.

On our eighth anniversary of dating, I bought flowers and prepared a table full of dishes.

But after midnight, Jessa hadn't returned.

Her childhood friend posted on Facebook.

"Although I didn't get a limited-edition wristwatch, sincere companionship is better than all the beauty in the world. You are here, so I am. We will always be together."

This time, I didn't argue or feel jealous, nor did I feel sad.

I was deeply exhausted from the bottom of my heart.

I was willing to give all my love to her, but now I would admit my defeat and quit to give her freedom.

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A table of delicious food gradually became messy and tasteless.

I called her. It rang twice and was hung up by someone mercilessly.

I held my cell phone tightly and hesitated for a long time before turning on the hidden couple's shared location app.

Once, Jessa got drunk at a social gathering and passed out in a parking lot.

I had been worried. I had been searching along the way. Otherwise, I dared not imagine what might have happened to her.

After sending her to an emergency room that night, I was filled with fear, so I installed a shared location app on her cell phone during the waiting time.

Jessa valued boundaries a lot. She didn't like me interfering too much in her life and freedom, and she especially didn't like me prying into her privacy.

So, I hid that app. Maybe it was her drunken incident that made her feel uneasy. Later, she would always inform me first whenever she went out.

As a result, I had never used that app until now.

But today, I wanted to use this opportunity to see the scene of them being together. Face to face, I would ask her about her thoughts so that I could give up.

It was pouring rain outside. I followed the navigation to a bar.

Amid the dim lights and slowly playing music, I saw Jessa at a glance.

There was no other reason. Everyone in the bar was gathered around a booth. The focus of the audience was Jessa and her childhood friend, Brian Hawk.

At this moment, Brian was kneeling on one knee, holding a soda can ring, and looking at Jessa with enthusiasm and sincerity.

"Jessa, will you marry me?"

My heart was pounding. The ring box in my pocket was hurting my hand.

In the eight years of our relationship, I had proposed to Jessa more than once. The most recent time was at the end of last month.

It was her birthday that day. During that time, she was unusually good to me, obedient and submissive. It made me think that the timing was right.

I planned a grand proposal ceremony, secretly inviting her parents and friends and hoping that they could witness our happiness.

She cut it off and found a diamond ring hidden in the cake.

Taking advantage of her daze, I held the flowers and knelt on one knee.

"Jessa, I love you! I want to make you the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me?"

She looked at me in a daze, with a hint of confusion and hesitation on her face.

At this moment, her cell phone rang. I saw her breathe a sigh of relief. She hurriedly answered the call on the balcony.

When she came back, her brows furrowed. She said, "There's an urgent matter at work. I need to go out for a while."

Seeing that she didn't seem fake, I asked, "What's the matter? Is it serious? Do you need me to accompany you?"

At my words, her hand holding the bag paused. A hint of annoyance and impatience could be heard in her tone.

"It's all my company's business. What can you do if you go with me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that her tone was inappropriate. Then she patted my arm to comfort me.

"Help me take care of my parents and friends. Thank you for your hard work!"

So, my 99th proposal was rejected.

After I came to my senses, the crowd around me was cheering.

"Promise him, promise him."

Just then, I dialed Jessa's phone number again.