Goodbye to My Confined Love

In the evening, after finishing work, I left the company and saw her standing outside.

She was dressed impeccably with a cold expression and a tall figure, like a runway model. Her body proportions were exceptional, drawing the attention of passers-by.

In the past, I would have approached her and asked her to get into the car to avoid being seen by anyone.

However, now, I simply ignored her.

I walked toward the station alone, and soon, Amelia caught up with me. Instead of explaining the incident, she said calmly, "It's Debra's birthday today. She's treating us to dinner."

I stopped and looked up at her. "Sure."

After we got in the car, there was silence.

As the wind blew in through the window, I caught a faint scent of jasmine.

It was Oscar's fragrance.

It was not unpleasant. I suddenly asked, "Do you enjoy floral fragrance?"

Amelia narrowed her bright eyes. "So-so."

Really? But why did I always smell this scent on you?

I didn't speak anymore.

When we arrived at the agreed hotel, Oscar and Debra Wilson had been there for a while.

He was obviously surprised to see us coming together.

"Amelia, Adrian, you're here. We've been waiting for you for a long time."

I smiled at Debra. "I'm sorry. I came in a hurry and didn't prepare a gift for you."

She was a childhood friend of Amelia and Oscar. Amelia would bring me along whenever she had a party with them, and we gradually became familiar with each other.

"I gave her a gift. You don't need to apologize."

Amelia pulled me to the table.

I wasn't sure if Oscar and Debra had done it intentionally, but the remaining two seats were directly opposite each other.

I released Amelia's hand and went to sit across from her.

Despite her displeasure, she said nothing and took the empty seat next to Oscar.

I was well aware of what her friends were thinking.

From the start, they were not optimistic about Amelia's relationship with me, believing I wasn't worthy of her, and their attitude toward me was lukewarm.

I had endeavored to build a good relationship with them by giving them thoughtfully chosen gifts during festivals.

However, no one had actually used them, which led me to understand they weren't fully accepting me wholeheartedly.

​I was too stupid to realize such an obvious fact until now.​

I just ate the food quietly.

Amelia chatted with them with ease while peeling shrimp.

She avoided seafood and would only try it reluctantly if someone helped her peel and debone it, finding the process troublesome.

However, she didn't mind the effort now. After peeling an entire plate of shrimp and placing it in front of Oscar, she carefully wiped her hands with a wet wipe.

Oscar stared at her lovingly.

She had never been so considerate to me.

Witnessing all this, I felt very depressed.

Despite my determination to move on from her, the scenes filled me with sadness.

Debra also noticed her actions. While covertly observing my expression, she nudged Amelia and teased, "Amelia, don't be partial. Your boyfriend still craves your attention."

Amelia suddenly came back to her senses and looked at the empty plate on the table.

She said, "Let's order another one."

"No need." I took a sip of the drink with composure. "I don't like shrimp."

"What about fish?"

"No."

Amelia frowned slightly and glanced at the table. "What about clam chowder?"

"No."

She was stunned, evidently not anticipating my decisive refusal.

Meeting her gaze, I calmly wiped my mouth with a napkin and continued, "Please stop. I don't like any of those."

"Adrian, are you angry?"

Oscar added tentatively, "If so, I'll give you this plate. You're a mature man, so don't get upset with Amelia over such trivial matters."