Late Affection Is Not Worthy for Anyone

1

[Chloe Young was 26 years old. Female. The glioma in the frontal lobe was about 23 inches long...]

[Treatment recommendations: Hospitalization.]

A few short lines sentenced me to death.

"You're home?"

When Yves Whitman's voice rang out, I hurriedly hid the diagnosis report under the sofa.

His face was as indifferent as ever.

I quickly calmed down and looked at him brightly.

The dining table in the restaurant was empty. He glanced at it and asked, "You didn't cook?"

Looking at the man I had loved for six years, I suddenly wanted to cry.

He patiently accompanied his ex-girlfriend.

When he got home, he asked me to prepare dinner for him.

"No, I'm a little tired."

Yves walked over with a probing look.

I didn't know if my eyes were red. I just turned my head slightly, stubbornly refusing to meet his eyes.

"Chloe, you've lost a lot of weight. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." I forced a smile. "The company is not busy today, so I came back so early."

We communicated in a plain and brief manner like an ordinary couple.

Might because I looked too pale, Yves asked, "Do you really not need to go to the hospital?"

My eyes were suddenly filled with tears. I was unwilling to accept the situation and asked him while holding back my sobs.

"Will you go with me?"

Yves' indifferent eyes changed. He pinched his brows with his fingers. His tone was impatient.

"Chloe, stop. You know the company is going public recently."

The moment he turned around, I cried.

It turned out that I didn't even have the right to ask him about dying.

2

I had loved Yves for eight years and pursued him for eight years.

I had accompanied him from the start of his career to the present brilliant career. I knew he was in love once, but I didn't know who the woman was.

The persistent headache kept me awake all night.

Yves saw the takeout on the table, paused in buttoning his suit, and glanced at my pale face out of the corner of his eye.

"If you still don't feel well today, don't go to the company."

I didn't want to go at first.

But the company consisted of two of us, and there were always things that I had to step in for.

The general manager's office happened to be open, and it was only at this moment that I could see his ex-girlfriend's face clearly.

Alyssa Davis was surprised for a moment, and then instantly turned into contempt and disgust as before.

It seemed like she would push my head into the toilet again in the next second.

Alyssa quickly laughed with a look of surprise on her face, "Chloe? We haven't seen each other for many years. I'm surprised to see you here."

She put her arm around Yves'.

It was like a declaration of sovereignty.

When Yves saw me, his expression was very stiff.

He struggled for a moment without letting go the hand, and then stopped struggling.

"Alyssa, stop it. This is my wife." Yves' tone was unhappy. I didn't know if it was because of me or Alyssa.

Under their clasped hands was a hotel takeaway food box that looked exactly like the one I had.

I was still thinking that Yves didn't have a good breakfast, so he should have a better lunch.

After all, his stomach was so fragile.

It turned out that he had already enjoyed Alyssa's care before I arrived.

Alyssa said, "Chloe, Yves and I have been friends for many years. We are glad to see each other. I hope you don't mind."

I said, "I do mind.

"Would you please take your hand off my husband's arm?"

Yves' and Alyssa's faces changed at the same time.

Might they didn't expect that I could be so ruthless in front of so many subordinates.

"Chloe..."

Yves hadn't finished explaining yet.

Alyssa interrupted him with a sly smile, "Chloe, your temper is still the same as it was back then. You still love to act like a spoiled girl."

It was this pretty and charming woman that pushed my head into the toilet again and again ten years ago.

It was as if I was such a filthy garbage that could not be tolerated in this world.

She was as beautiful now as ever.

Only her poisoned eyes seemed to show their fangs and bite my neck in the next second.

She said this as if I was the one who ruined the atmosphere.

"You are the same as before."

As we passed each other, I said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "You are shameless."

I guaranteed that everyone present could hear it.

"Chloe!"

Yves' eyes became angry, which was a sign of his anger.

In the past, whenever he got angry, I would always soften my voice and comfort him.

But I wouldn't do that this time.

I was dying anyway.

I stared at Yves' angry face and tried my best to put on my best smile. "Since there are already delicacies out there, why should you eat leftovers at home?"

Bang.

I threw the food box into the trash can.

"Chloe!"

Yves' roar echoed throughout the corridor.

I looked back at him and smiled.

I didn't know how miserable my smile was.

In short, I would not apologize to Alyssa.

I would never apologize.