Dear Ex-Boyfriend, Please Stop Pestering Me

After seeing the message he sent me, I did not want to go at first, but thinking about what I said to my mother last night, I went anyway.

It was a fast food restaurant not far from his company.

As soon as I sat down, I heard him ask, “Is a relative of yours getting married?”

I paused for two seconds while putting down my bag, then quickly responded, “Well, my cousin is getting married, why are you asking this?”

Hearing that, his serious expression relaxed and he sneered, “Aunt Clarice asked me to help arrange the wedding banquet, but she didn't tell me who the protagonist of the wedding banquet was. And it seems that you are the only eligible person in your family. I thought you were going to get married.”

Speaking of that, he himself found it a little funny.

Yes, people my age in my family were already married and some even had two children.

But in their eyes, I was still a loner.

But I could not smile, so I pulled the corner of my mouth slightly and asked tentatively, “Then, when will you marry me?”

Hearing that, his expression suddenly changed, the smile in his eyes disappeared, revealing an unruly. “Clara, I have no plans to get married now, please stop making trouble.”

Hearing the warning in his words, the little bit of anticipation I had just felt quickly dissipated.

I knew clearly that it was not that he did not want to get married, he just did not want to marry me.

I looked into his eyes and whispered, “My cousin waited until she was 30 to settle down for a scumbag. Although she is past the marriageable age, I would like to trouble you to plan the wedding with the best specifications.”

“Of course, but Aunt Clarice didn't tell me what kind of wedding the bride wanted. Why don't you ask her?”

I nodded and took out my phone, pretending to send a message to someone.

Half a minute later, I said, “My cousin said that she will let me take care of the wedding. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly.”

After all, I was the bride of this wedding.

Afterwards, Juan called the waiter to serve the food.

He ordered hot spicy menus as usual.

Looking at the unsimilar food in front of me, I pursed my lips and called the waiter again, “Please give me a normal burger with a diet cola.”

Hearing that, Juan's eyes flashed with surprise, “You don't like these dishes?”

Yes, I could not eat spicy food. I had had a bad stomach since I was a child and could not eat spicy food.

But every time I always endured it in order to cater to his taste and curiosity in every new menu.

I vaguely remembered the first time I ate out with him.

That day he got the collaboration he was dreaming of and happily treated me to spicy food.

I could not bear to spoil his mood, so I ate with him.

That night I was rushed to the hospital with a stomach ulcer.

And every time he came to my house for dinner, the nanny at home always cooked two of the same dishes. One spicy, one not spicy.

However, after so many years, he still had not discovered it.

That shows if his heart was really not with me.

‘Juan, since you don’t love me, then I don’t want to love you anymore,’ I thought. 

I poured a cola into my glass full of ice and said, “I have a bad stomach and cannot eat spicy food.”

As I said that, he was typing on his phone and nodded perfunctorily in response to my words.

When he looked up again, Juan's eyes were filled with a smile and he said, “Since you don't want to eat it, I'll pack it up and bring it to Rosetta. These are all her favorite dishes."

As Juan spoke, he seemed to realize that what he said was wrong and explained, “After all, we spent money on it. It would be a waste if we don't eat it. Clara, you can't bear to waste food, right?”

When I heard that, I wanted to laugh.

But I could not laugh at that moment.

Since I did not say anything, he started to feel guilty.