Just as she was about to say something, the doctor came to check on the patient and she returned to her cold demeanor.
Before leaving, she did not forget to remind me.
"Have a good rest and remember not to use your special status to enjoy privileges in my company. Everyone is treated equally and must follow the rules."
The doctor looked at the fake smile on my face and teased me.
"Your boss has already left, so there's no need to force a smile on yourself anymore. She is tough-tongued but soft-hearted. She has already paid for your medical expenses."
The fake smile on my face turned into a wry smile.
Fionna acted so well.
So, apart from a few of her friends, no one knew that we were in a relationship and had been dating for five years.
I had asked her countless times when we would make our relationship public, but she had always used the excuse that the time had not yet come.
So long, to the point that I did not even know what we were?
Today, she gave me the answer.
Misunderstanding my amnesia and blurting out "I am your boss" was her true thoughts.
The injuries from the car accident were not serious. After staying under observation for three days, the doctor discharged me from the hospital.
Since I used medical insurance, the excess amount from the settlement was returned to Fionna's original account.
She had not shown up or contacted me for three days, so she called me.
"You're being discharged so soon? You didn't even tell me in advance. I have to meet a client today and I don't have time to pick you up."
"Um."
I suppressed the almost blurted out question.
Her location, was traced to be in a hotel.
What was she busy with? It was self-evident.
A male voice sounded. "Fionna, help me take the towel!"
She immediately hung up the phone.
It did not take long for me to notice that she had posted a picture of the ten fingers clasped together on her social media and even tagged me.
That was my hand and hers.
But she did not show my face.
It was a photo that I had wanted to share on my social media countless times over the past five years, but she always rejected it.
I used a secondary account to check on her post and as expected, her post was set to be visible only to me.
Now that I had decided to let go, she was willing to use this method to appease me.
Unfortunately, I did not need it anymore.
She asked me why I had not liked the post yet and looking at her new WhatsApp profile picture, I asked her to delete the status.
Her profile picture could be seen as a romantic one at a glance.
But not with me.
Fionna sent me a few question remarks, but I did not reply.
When I got home, the house was still the same as it was before I left.
It seemed that she had not been back since the concert that night.
I restrained my thoughts and started packing my luggage.
However, in just half a day, the home that had been carefully decorated for five years became much emptier.
Most of them were couple items I bought, but because she was used to having secret relationships, she did not like to wear anything that could show she had a partner.
I also laughed at her for being as cautious as playing Infernal Affairs.
It turned out that in her heart, I had never been her type.
In the middle of packing my luggage, Fionna unexpectedly came back.
"Arthur, what do you mean? I asked you to have dinner, but you didn't answer my phone or reply my text!"
Smelling the faint smell of cigarettes on her body, I quickly reached out to stop her from approaching.
I glanced at the suspicious kiss mark on her neck and said calmly, "I was busy and didn't check my phone."
She glanced around the house irritatingly.
"Don't tell me you're busy tearing the house apart. Don't you know how to take a break after just being discharged from the hospital?"
She pointed to a bag of brand-new items on the floor that she had not had time to throw away.
