Just Being with You in This Life

Quentin never responded.

He didn't return until the next day.

The shirt that I helped to iron before he left became wrinkled.

There were a few lipstick marks on the collar.

He looked weary.

While rubbing his temple with his hand, he saw me sitting on the sofa.

He strode over immediately and tried to rest his head on my lap, wanting me to rub his head for him.

The perfume on him made me sick.

I dodged him calmly.

His drooping shoulders stiffened. He stood up and looked at me with a displeased expression. "Willow, haven't you made enough trouble? I thought last night was enough for you to reflect on yourself."

I found him ridiculous.

He was the one who cheated on me.

But just because I love him,

he firmly believed that the person who would finally surrender would be me.

He never thought that I would be tired, too.

"I'm not making trouble. Did you read the text message?"

"Let's break up."

I looked at him calmly.

He instantly became furious. "You wanna pick up a fight again?"

"You're even threatening me with breaking up. Do you believe that yourself?"

I pursed my lips. For the past seven years, Quentin has been the one who has always wanted to break up with me. But I cried and begged him to stay.

It was normal that he couldn't adapt to the new situation for a while.

Thinking of Willow's post last night,

I couldn't help but look at the lipstick marks on his collar.

He followed my gaze, and his eyes suddenly became flustered.

Then, he was enraged again and yelled at me, "It was just an accident. Don't think too much about it."

"Well, I won't."

I thought I would be a bit sad to hear that.

Unexpectedly, I felt calm, which was not what I imagined.

My abnormal reaction

rendered him speechless, unable to continue to blame me.

After a long pause, he frowned and looked at me. "Aren't you jealous? Won't you ask me why I didn't come back last night and who I was with?"

He looked even more displeased.

Speechless, I wondered what his problem was.

He was annoyed when I was jealous and questioned him before.

Now, I am not jealous anymore, but he doesn't believe it.

"I'm serious. I'll move out in a few days when I find a new place. Then, you and Willow can live together."

I swore that I was telling the truth.

But Quentin grabbed my wrist, making me frown in pain.

He said confidently, even with a hint of laughter, "Jane, do you still claim that you are not jealous?"

"She just returned from abroad and was drunk again yesterday. I can't just ignore her."

"If it's because you got stood up last night, I can take you out for dinner tonight to make up for it, alright?!"

"Now, make me some carrot soup. My stomach is a little uncomfortable."

He looked like he was doing me a favor and was helpless.

For some reason, his attitude made me feel angry.

I wanted to break up with him, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

"No. I can have dinner myself."

"As for you, you are already an adult. You should be able to make carrot soup. Oh, you can also ask Willow to cook it for you."

"You actually want me to go find Willow?"

"I told you that there's nothing between me and her!"

I looked at the furious Quentin in silence. I used to think he was emotionally stable.

But surprisingly, he could also be excited one day.

I didn't sleep well last night and was woken up by him early in the morning.

So, I yawned and perfunctorily replied while checking my phone, "Okay, got it. I'm going to bed. Close the door when you go out."

After saying that, I turned around and went back to my room.

Just as I got into bed, I heard the door was slammed shut from the next room.

I knew he was furious.

He slammed the door so hard, probably hinting that I should take the lead in making peace with him.

But I just turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

It indeed felt better to see others suffer than to make yourself suffer.

No wonder Quentin liked to give me the cold shoulder.