Our Love is Sure to Win

"Yvonne, how are you doing?"

When I heard Ronald's voice again after half a month, I was a little dazed. I had been in love with him for three years. I wasn't totally over him.

"What do you expect me to say?

"Ronald, have you ever loved me?"

The person on the other end of the line did not speak for a long time.

I tore off the photos on the wall, shred them one by one, and threw them into the trash can.

I said to myself, "It's over."

However, things did not go as I wished.

I met Ronald in the restaurant which I had always wanted to try with him.

Ronald did not come alone.

I stood at the door and fixed my eyes on the two smiling persons in the restaurant, kind of at a loss.

I had always thought that I knew Ronald very well, but now I realized that I was too conceited.

Ronald's diet was light. He rarely ate anything heavy. Hot pot was never his choice.

He didn't behave like him.

"Men are truly fickle.

"Sophie, let's go. I suddenly don't want to eat hot pot anymore."

"What's wrong? Haven't you always wanted to try this restaurant? Why leave? It's our turn."

The waiter was calling our number. Sophie pulled me in, fearing we couldn't get a good place.

When we sat down, I realized that Ronald was right across from us, and he had noticed me.

Ronald had a handsome face and a gentle temperament. The bustling society didn't seem to change him. He was still as unaffected as ever.

Without me, his life was still the same. Maybe I was dispensable for him.

Maybe I couldn't even compare to the scraps he had shot.

I looked away from him and lowered my head to look at my phone. In fact, there was nothing intriguing. I moved the web page back and forth.

"Yvonne, what would you like to eat?"

Sophie was browsing the menu. She seemed ready to order all the recommended dishes.

"You can decide for me." I was a little absent-minded.

Sophie put her hand on my shoulder and asked, "Is it because of Ronald?"

She could always see through me at a glance.

"Maybe." I gave an ambiguous answer.

"I've found it out. Yvonne, you are not good at hiding your feelings. Ronald is in this restaurant, isn't he?"

She raised her head and followed where my eyes directed. There sat Ronald.

"Fuck! Yvonne, it hasn't been long since he broke up with you, but he's already with another girl. What a jerk."

Sophie didn't know Sabrina.

She was a girl from the mountains, sponsored by Ronald through a charity project. I still remembered the first time we met when she smiled shyly at me and called me "Yvonne".

It had been so long. No one could tell how self-abased the well-dressed and fashionable girl opposite him used to be.

"Ronald doesn't like her," I said blankly, as if I wasn't sure myself.

"Yvonne, look at them. Are you sure? They are so close. The woman make him hand over her bag."

Sophie's tone was very angry, and she was about to get up.

"Don't care about them. Sophie, let's eat."

The dishes were all served. I grabbed Sophie's hand.

"Don't worry. Wait for me here."

Sophie broke free from my hand, walked straight to Ronald, and slapped him in the face.

"Pa!" The slap was very loud and must be painful as well.

Sophie had done her manicure. Her long nails scratched his face.

Ronald didn't realize what was going on at first. After being slapped, his countenance turned gloomy and he scolded angrily, "Sophie, what's wrong with you?"

It was not his fault. After all, no one would feel good being slapped. He raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to hit Sophie.

I walked up to Sophie and stood in front of her, saying in a cold tone, "I apologize to you on behalf of Sophie."

Ronald's hand stopped in the air.

Then it fell down powerlessly.

"Yvonne, I am not in a relationship with Ronald. Don't get me wrong."

Sabrina was busy caring about the wound on Ronald's face and explaining to me at the mean time.

Unfortunately, I didn't even spare her a glance at all.

"Yvonne, don't worry. My hand feels just a little numb. It's good."

Sophie was still in the mood to joke at a time like this. I decided to pull her away and leave.

However, Sophie raised the drink in her hand and splashed it on Sabrina's body when I was not heeding. The white dress was quickly stained.

"Bitch! How dare you bully Yvonne."

"I didn't, Yvonne."

Sabrina was on the verge of tears. She called out to me, aggrieved, but her eyes were fixed on Ronald.

I didn't know Ronald's expression. Was he grievous, angry, or sorry?

I no more cared.

"Sorry, Sophie didn't do it on purpose."

With that, I pulled Sophie away.