A bitter feeling welled up in my nose.
Suddenly, my hands were empty. I turned around and saw Richie looking at me with a cold face. “Who allowed you to touch my phone without permission?”
I felt a slight pain in my heart. I pursed her lips and suddenly had an impulse, “I'm your girlfriend, can't I even look at your phone?”
Richie looked impatient, “There is some confidential information in it, which cannot be disclosed at will.”
“Are you hiding something from me?”
My questioning made Richie's expression pause slightly.
“That's enough. If you have time to guess here, why don't you go out for a walk?” He suddenly said angrily, “I'm very busy. I do not have time to play detective games with you.”
“I have something to do tonight, so I won't go back to my room to sleep.”
After Richie finished speaking, he left quickly.
My heart trembled and he reflexively followed out to explain.
But when I was about to reach the door of the study, I suddenly stopped.
Through the crack in the door, I saw Richie sitting at the desk, looking at his mobile phone intently, with a faint smile on his eyes and eyebrows.
This smile turned into a sharp blade, piercing into my chest, causing me to tremble with pain.
It turned out that he could also smile so gently, but the object was someone else.
...
I returned to the room and sent a WhatsApp message to Richie, [5.]
That was not the first time I had sent out a number. It started with ‘100,’ and then the number decreased with every disappointment and hurt I felt.
Richie asked me what I meant and I smiled and leaned on his shoulder, saying half-truthfully.
“I will remember every time you hurt me, Richie. When you have used up all your chances, I promise that the Letha who loves you will be gone. Since I do not want you anymore.”
Richie did not believe it and thought I was talking nonsense again.
After all, I loved him to my core, so how could I leave?
On the other side, Richie looked at the number that suddenly popped up, his eyes full of annoyance. He casually set the dialog box to not disturb and never opened it again.
**
The next day, I got up early, changed into a smoky pink halter dress, a white knitted cardigan and put on some light makeup to cover my slightly haggard face.
While preparing breakfast, Richie also got up and went downstairs.
Perhaps because of the quarrel last night, he did not say a word and just sat at the table to eat. Apart from the occasional sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding, there was only endless silence on the table.
The sound of a cell phone notification broke the silence. Richie glanced at it casually and a smile suddenly broke out on his gentle face. He picked up his coat and prepared to leave.
I asked anxiously, “Where are you going?”
Richie glanced sideways, my brows revealing the most common annoyance I had recently. “Of course I'm going to the hospital to work. Can you stop asking nonsense questions?”
He left after saying that.
Only me was left sitting at the table, staring at the table full of food in a trance.
Not long ago, when Richie returned home, he was in a rare good mood and proposed to take me to ride a hot air balloon and said that he had already switched shifts with his colleagues.
After hearing that, I was overjoyed and made various plans early, just waiting for that day's trip.
Unfortunately, it seemed to be just a casual promise on his part and he did not take it to heart.
Just like our relationship.
Silent silence surrounded me from all directions. I sat there for an unknown amount of time, my gaze slowly falling on a shelf nearby.
