After Picking Up a Beautiful Man, We Fell in Love

Suddenly, tears fell from my eyes.

My tears fell on Luke's arm, making him shake all over.

He quickly stopped and asked me what was wrong.

He acted as if he loved me very much.

After that day, Luke seemed to become busier.

At first, I was concerned about whether something happened in his company, but he always avoided my questions.

Later, I stopped asking.

I always thought of the conversation I heard outside his office door that day.

I guessed Luke hadn't figured out how to announce the end of the game to me.

So, I also began to avoid him.

But he still made breakfast for me before work and hugged me late at night as usual.

I began to brainwash myself, thinking what I saw that day was just a misunderstanding.

I forced myself to forget what happened that day.

One day, a woman who said she was Luke's fiancée came to me.

Luke went to the company early, and I was about to go out.

When I opened the door, I saw her standing at my door with a smile, and her dimples made her look sweet.

"Ms. Smith?"

She asked and looked me up and down with an innocent look, then looked behind me.

I moved aside and motioned for her to come in.

Her voice was soft and sweet.

"Ms. Smith, my name is Sarah Clarke.

"I should introduce myself. I'm Luke's fiancée."

I sat opposite her, feeling pain in my heart.

"Hello, I'm Olivia Smith."

I tried to keep my voice calm.

Sarah said she was just passing by.

She knew that Luke had a girlfriend here.

But her tone seemed to show she didn't care.

She looked around and then snorted.

She said, "Since Luke was born, he has never lived in such a small house."

Sarah talked a lot about Luke's childhood.

Her tone was gentle, like a soft knife stabbing into my heart, hurting me so much that I couldn't breathe.

She and Luke were childhood sweethearts.

In the evening, Luke came back early.

I saw red bloodshot in his eyes, and then I brought dinner to the table.

"You have been tired recently, so I made you your favorite food.

"Have a taste of the fried fish and mushroom soup."

Luke hugged me from behind, with his chin resting on the top of my head.

His tired breathing made me feel a little distressed. "Thank you, Olivia.

"After I'm done with this, I will go home early and cook for you."

My hand holding the spoon trembled, and I pushed him onto the seat.

As he ate the food, I felt more and more disappointed in my heart.

Sarah said that Luke hated eating fish and mushrooms since childhood.

My rationality was instantly overwhelmed by Sarah's words, and I snatched Luke's fork away.

He looked at me in surprise.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I learned to cook and bake cakes just because Luke liked it. How ridiculous it was!

Suppressing the urge to cry, I went to the kitchen and brought a plate of spaghetti.