My Boyfriend of Six Years Proposed to Someone Else

In the evening, when most of the customers had left, I sat at the door of the hotel in a daze, feeling heartbroken.

Christian loved that girl more than I imagined.

He looked up at her with gentle and doting eyes and gently picked up the towel to wipe her sweat.

Dabney had a lively personality and even sneaked into the man's arms to kiss him in front of customers.

Christian smiled helplessly, but still gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

After finishing their busy work, they were about to have a dinner. Dabney turned her head and saw me sitting at the door, warmly waving at us.

"Would you like to come over and have dinner together?"

Margareth took some snacks we brought from home and pulled me over.

"Don't be foolish, it's better to suffer a short pain than a long one, it's better to ask clearly." She whispered in my ear.

Christian grilled some more skewers, but when he brought them over, there were some leftovers under his feet that had not been cleaned up thoroughly.

"Money!"

An orange puppy ran over and wagged its tail, eating up all the leftovers.

I looked up in shock and asked, "What ... what is its name?"

Christian silently glanced at me, without saying a word. The person who answered me was Dabney.

"It called Money. It was Killian gave it the name. Do you also think it's a bit funny, Yasmin?"

I had mixed feelings in my heart and asked, "Why did you give it that name?"

Dabney handed us plates, spoon and forks with a smile, muttering in her mouth, but her eyes were soft enough.

"Killian said that the name also has good meaning, which is a hope for prosperity."

I stared blankly at the puppy who was happily biting its tail.

Money was the name of the pet dog that Christian and I adopted together. I loved money and believed that good names represented good luck, so I insisted on giving it this name.

I just did not understand, why the man still remembered the pet dog, Money, even though he had completely forgotten about me?

Margareth was distributing grilled skewers to everyone. She was about to pass a few skewers of shrimp to Christian when I blurted out, "He can't eat seafood!"

There was a moment of silence.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on me. Including Christian, he stopped moving his hands and stared at me in surprise. "How did you know?"

I knew six years ago that he was allergic to seafood.

I liked eating shrimp. Christian always peeled a plate of shrimp for me. After peeling them, his hands would be allergic and swollen, but he always hid it from me.

"I want you to enjoy your meal." The man loved me enough that even though he knew he was allergic to seafood, he still helped me peel shrimps.

However, I loved him too and since then I had never eaten any seafood in front of him again.

Just when I was at a loss and embarrassed, I gave a bitter smile and answered, "I am a student of traditional medicine and I can tell a little bit about a person's physical condition."

Dabney suddenly sat next to me in surprise.

"You're so awesome, Yasmin."

She approached me with a mysterious look on her face and whispered in my ear. "Can you help me see when I can get pregnant?"

I felt like I was struck by lightning.

My eyes were uncontrollably looking at Christian.

He lowered his head to get the barbecue dipping sauce and did not look at us.

Have they even ... gotten to this point?

Seeing that I froze and did not say anything, Dabney was immersed in her own joy.

"Killian and I are getting married next month. His leg has been injured and he has been worried that his fertility might be affected."

"A man as good as Killian will definitely be a good father in the future. He will definitely feel very regretful if he doesn't have children!"

I took Dabney's pulse and told her that it was not yet clear when she would be pregnant, but there must be no problem with her fertility.

"As for Killian ... I need to check his pulse."

Dabney actually listened to it.

After having barbecue dinner, she called Christian and me into the same room.

The man looked confused and asked, "Dabney, what are you doing ...."

In front of me, Dabney intimately hooked her arms around his neck, kissed him hard and then smiled mischievously.

"Yasmin studies traditional medicine. She has agreed to help you take your pulse and examine your body for free. You have to be obedient."

Without waiting for him to react, the girl ran out with a wink.

"Give me your arm," I said without looking at him.

Try your best to control your emotions and keep your breathing as steady as possible.

But Christian did not move for a few seconds.

I looked up curiously and only then did I see his gaze fall on the red bracelet on my wrist.

His voice trembled slightly. "Why do you have this too?"