To his surprise, Sasha simply said, “I’m willing.”
The eyes that used to look at him with so much love became calm and indifferent.
Juno froze, an unfamiliar sense of unease creeping in. "Sasha, listen to me..."
He impulsively wanted to explain himself, but before he could, someone wrapped her arm around his.
It was Quinn. She looked at Sasha with a sigh of admiration and said, "You really know how to handle men. This ‘play hard to get’ move was done perfectly!! Unlike me, I’m so silly. I've only ever liked Juno and for him, I was willing to give up a good life abroad and come back to find him."
So she was just playing hard to get?
Juno's gaze grew colder with each passing moment. In a fit of anger, he shoved Sasha away.
She was caught off guard and fell backward, her head crashing into the window. The glass shattered and blood started to seep from the bandage on her forehead.
Her hand was also cut again, with bright red blood staining her pale skin. It was a painful and shocking sight.
Juno’s eyes flickered with regret and he instinctively moved to help her, but before he could, Quinn let out a sharp gasp.
"Juno, you didn’t even use much force, how did she end up like this? First, she’s playing hard to get and now it's a pity act. Are all the girls in this country so clever? How is it that after just three years abroad, I can’t figure them out anymore?"
Sasha forced a bitter smile. After yesterday's injury, she felt so weak that it only took a small push for her to fall.
But unfortunately, the man who once cherished her, now easily believed Quinn's words and only saw her with disgust in his eyes.
"Always pretending, huh? You’re so good at this. It’s just a little blood and I’m sure you’ll heal on your own!"
Quinn chuckled lightly. "Juno, let’s go. Let’s head to my little house, roast some oranges, drink tea and read books. Remember, no other business during the day."
Upon hearing her suggestive words, Sasha finally noticed that under her coat, Quinn was wearing a low-necked sweater, revealing an ambiguous mark.
Sasha's heart ached painfully.
She had been with Juno for three years and they had only hugged and kissed, never going further.
She had thought it was out of respect for her, but now she realized that his uncontrollable feelings were only for the one he truly loved. And she was not worthy.
Juno and Quinn had already walked far away. But those little red marks seemed like a beast with a gaping bloody mouth, biting Sasha's heart into a bloody mess.
When she arrived at the factory's medical room, the doctor was shocked. "The wound just started to scab, how did it get worse again? Do you still want to celebrate the New Year?"
New Year?
Sasha's heart stung with sadness.
For Juno, she hadn't returned home for three years. She missed home. She desperately wanted to go home for the New Year.
The factory was decorated with lamps and festivity, making it a joyful scene. Yet Sasha, covered in scars, went to the workshop supervisor to apply for resignation and request a referral letter.
Nowadays, individuals without identification documents needed a referral letter to leave the province.
The workshop supervisor, who had witnessed her relationship with Juno from the beginning, agreed with regret.
"It's close to the New Year now, even with a referral letter, the earliest you can leave is the tenth day of the new year."
"Then let's make it the tenth day. Thank you, Sir."
That day was exactly fifteen days later. It was the day she was supposed to be dismissed.
The workshop supervisor gave her the referral letter and said, "Just get the factory manager's stamp and it will be effective."
Needing Juno's approval? Sasha was immediately troubled.
"Anyway, you have to submit the workshop report, why don’t you just include it with the report and see if it works?” the workshop supervisor suggested after noticing her difficulty.
Sasha expressed her gratitude.
The door of the factory office was open.
Juno was sitting in the director's chair and Quinn, who was supposed to be in the secretary's office outside, was hugging him from behind, looking extremely intimate.
