Forgetting You is My Best Decision

In the hospital, after treatment, Clara woke up.

Steve looked at her with blame and anxiety, "Do you know you are allergic to celery? Why didn't you pay attention? You almost died."

Clara was stunned, with a strange look in her eyes.

How could she not remember what she was allergic to? It was just that she was used to being cared about.

In these five years, I had taken care of her in every detail. Every time we had dinner outside, I always reminded the waiters not to put celery as seasoning.

Gradually she had become accustomed to me considering everything for her in advance.

She said, "I have forgotten."

Steve lowered his eyes, hiding his expression, "It seems that he has taken good care of you, and I have neglected it."

Clara stared at the light above her head quietly.

Steve seemed dissatisfied, "Have you already fallen in love with him?"

I looked eagerly at Clara. I wanted to know the answer more than Steve did.

Her lips moved, but she ultimately didn't speak.

Steve became anxious, "Clara, if it weren't for them forcing me to leave you back then, we should have had a happy marriage. How could you fall in love with him?'

Listening to Steve's righteous nonsense, I angrily swung my fist at him, but it just passed through his body.

I slumped my arms and clenched my fists tightly. He was just a latecomer. Who gave him the right?

Clara turned to look at Steve, "I didn't. I just got used to him. It's as normal as having a pet for five years."

Steve bent down and hugged her.

Yes, Clara's love gave him the right.

I couldn't bear to watch anymore and walked to the farthest place from them.