After Surviving Death, I No Longer Believe in Love

Fitch knocked on my door with the aggrieved Queena.

After I opened the door, he angrily questioned me, "Harry, are you a man? You can't even protect your own woman! Queena is so good. Now that you have her, why don't you cherish her!

"You let her go out alone so late at night without even calling her or sending her messages! Are you her boyfriend?"

I glanced at their linked arms and the hidden pride in Fitch's eyes, and said calmly, "She still has you, right? What do I have to worry about?

"If you want to cherish her, there is a good opportunity right now. Her brother is coming. How about you take him over and take care of him for a few days?"

Fitch and Queena were both stunned. They didn't expect me to react like that.

If they had done that before, I would have definitely felt extremely guilty, apologized without regard for my dignity, and tried to keep her at all costs.

They would take the opportunity to put forward their demands.

After all, I was the one who hoped to be forgiven.

They must take the opportunity to get what they wanted.

It was not that I didn't know it before, but I endured it for Queena. Now, I didn't want to endure it anymore.

Hearing my words, they were at a loss.

Queena broke free from Fitch's hand and distanced herself from him, "Fitch, thank you for sending me back tonight. It's getting late. You should go back first. Harry will take care of me."

Fitch was afraid that I would really throw Queena's brother to him, so he left in a hurry.

After entering the room, Queena took my arm and said softly, "Well, even if it's my fault, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

She began again.

I turned slightly to avoid her hand.

"Tomorrow is my class reunion. Come with me, please."

She never gave up until she achieved her goal. I didn't bother to argue with her and just nodded in agreement.

She finally smiled.

Over the years, I had attended her class reunion every year.

Even most of the expenses were paid by me. She enjoyed having me follow her around at the party, making people envy her.

I only agreed to go with her, but not anything else.

At the class reunion, I was like an invisible person, watching them play.

After all, everyone there was Queena's classmates, and I was hardly familiar with any of them.

When they were playing Truth or Dare, she and Fitch drew the dare card at the same time, and their task was to perform an intimate act.

Queena's face turned red immediately. She looked at Fitch. An ambiguous atmosphere filled the private room.

Everyone watched my expression carefully.

Only the two of them didn't notice it at all.

Fitch picked up two glasses of wine and asked, "Does drinking from each other's cups count as passing the task?"

No one responded to him, and everyone looked at me.

Fitch was also looking at me with provocation in his eyes.

I smiled softly, "In that case, why not kiss each other?"