After Mother Forced Me To Give Up My Boyfriend To My Sister

While I was absent-minded, my phone buzzed.

I looked down and saw a message from my boyfriend, Cyril Parsons. [Chelsea, I'm downstairs at your company, and I brought some snacks.]

I was excited at once. I turned off my computer, picked up my bag, and headed straight for the elevator.

Cyril smiled and handed me the food box, "Are you hungry? Have some."

Sitting on the bench outside the office building, I opened the food box and said, "I thought you brought me barbecue..."

"It's too greasy and unhealthy, and it's too late. It'll affect your digestion," he smiled and hugged me.

I pouted. "Alright, Dr. Parsons."

Cyril was my first boyfriend, and I was his first girlfriend. We met and fell in love in college, and we had been together for seven years in the blink of an eye.

I had been trying to get a foothold in the big city, and he had been working hard, too. He was already an attending doctor at a young age and was beginning to make his mark in the medical world.

Cyril wiped the corner of my lips with a tissue and asked, "When do I get to meet your parents?"

I paused for a moment.

He ruffled my hair. "My mom really likes you and keeps urging me to marry you."

His family conditions were much better than mine. His father was in business, and his mother was a doctor. They were both influential figures.

In terms of social status, I was not a match for Cyril. So, I was smart enough not to talk about marriage.

Recently, Mom wanted to set me up with someone. I thought for a bit and said, "Wanna meet them on Christmas Day?"

"Sure," Cyril smiled, "It's settled then!"

I nodded. "Sure."