Fionna had two concert tickets hidden in her bag and I thought it was a surprise for me.
I waited excitedly for the day of the concert, only to find out that she was on a business class with the two tickets.
Thanks to my connections, I bought a ticket at a high price and witnessed her with my own eyes kissing with another man passionately in the middle of the concert.
The two people projected onto the big screen kissed with tears in their eyes.
The concert was over and I came across a man's Twitter account who had just uploaded a new post: [Kissing my crush passionately at my idol's concert was the best birthday present I've ever received.]
Scrolling down the comment section, everyone was congratulating and wishing for good things, but then I was hit by her suddenly accelerating car.
When I woke up, Fiona Simpson, who was standing by the bed, was playing with her mobile phone with her head down. The smile on her lips was the gentlest I had ever seen.
I asked her who she was, but she looked up and answered, "I am your boss. Since you're awake, take good care of yourself."
As soon as the words fell, she could not wait to leave.
I withdrew my gaze and dialed the phone at home. "Auntie, the marriage you mentioned last time, you can arrange it now."
***
At first, my aunt, Natalie Pritchard, was taken aback upon hearing these words, but then filled with relief.
"You've finally gotten the hang of it, Arthur? A girlfriend who has wasted your time for five years and refused to make your relationship public never deserves your sincere love for the rest of her life!"
"When are you going back? I just sent a message and they are urging me to set a wedding date."
I had been in love with Fionna for five years and I was the only one who was blind in this love.
She was trying her best to distance herself from me, so she would not hold me back from leaving.
"The sooner the better. I can take care of the resignation procedures as soon as possible."
Fionna, who had left, came back to the ward to find her car keys and happened to hear my conversation. "Resignation? Is anyone in our company resigning?"
The resignation process still required her approval at the end and I did not intent to hide it from her.
However, she was busy looking at her mobile phone and did not notice me nodding.
She picked up the car keys and said casually, "The doctor said you fell on your head and might have amnesia. I thought you really had amnesia."
"I was driving the car. The light was too dim at that time and you were playing with your phone ...."
I was stunned.
It turned out that this was the reason why she did not explain anything and pretended not to be familiar with me even though there was clearly no one in the ward.
Ten minutes ago, the expression on her face when she said she was just my boss was cold and indifferent, with just a little bit of concern.
There was no concern or even guilt.
Before I was hit and fell, I saw with my own eyes the car that hit me and Fionna was sitting in the passenger seat.
And the driver was the one who passionately kissed her.
Not even giving me a chance to question her, she left impatiently, using the excuse that the company was very busy.
I thought she did not know how to face me because she hurt me.
It was ridiculous that they did not take me seriously at all.
"I just woke up and my mind was a bit confused. I didn't recognize you, Ms. Simpson."
She treated me perfunctorily, so I played along with her and pretended as if nothing had happened.
She turned her head and fixed her eyes on my cold expression, feeling a bit puzzled.
'This guy always loves to ask for kisses when no one is around, but why is he acting weird today?'
She looked around and confirmed that no one was around before she soothed me in a gentle voice.
"Arthur, there are a lot of people in the hospital and it would be bad if someone saw you. Just focus on recuperating. When you are discharged and go home, I will make it up to you."
I smiled and replied to her, "Well, thank you, Ms. Simpson"
When we were together in private, I made a point of calling her "Ms. Simpson" in a low voice.
But today, calling her by "Ms. Simpson" sounded so stiff and distant that Fionna could nothelp but frown.
