The One Who Loved Me Till the End was Not You

Because there were not so many distractions in my mind, I worked particularly smoothly.

In the afternoon, Rodney called me, saying that Jennie wanted to apologize to me and invited me to have a meal together.

Without thinking, I blurted out, "No. You guys enjoy your meal."

Before Rodney could speak, I heard Jennie whisper next to him, "Is Cordelia still angry with me?'

Rodney said softly, "Cordelia, just come. I promise I won't make you angry this time."

I frowned and rubbed my forehead. I decided to lie to him and said, "I also have a gathering tonight, in our department. You guys have fun. Also, you may explain to your colleague, telling her that I'm really not angry."

Rodney had no choice but to give up. But before hanging up, he told me not to drink alcohol and to go home early.

If it were before, I would definitely smile sweetly. But now, I just perfunctorily responded.

After hanging up the phone, I suddenly empathized with Rodney. Maybe in the past, when I said the same thing to him, he was also quite impatient on the other end of the phone, like me now.

When I went home, as soon as I entered the apartment, I saw a new friend request. I clicked on it and found that it was from Jennie.

After thinking about it, I accepted it.

When Jennie saw that we had become friends, she immediately texted me, apologizing to me with some cute words.

I politely replied that it was okay.

Even if there was really something between Rodney and her, I wouldn't blame her.

After all, I knew very well that no one could force Rodney. Everything he did was his own choice.

Before going to bed, I browsed my Instagram and saw Jennie's new updates. There was a photo of Rodney patiently peeling shrimp, a photo of a close-up of a bowl of peeled shrimp, and a photo of Jennie and Rodney.

In the last photo, Jennie was leaning tightly against Rodney's arm, making a victory sign with one hand and smiling sweetly.

Rodney was also smiling at the camera. The caption for those photos said, [The best boss in the world.]

I suddenly remembered a time in the past when Rodney and I had supper together. Influenced by a certain female celebrity, I half-jokingly asked Rodney to peel shrimp for me.

But Rodney sarcastically said to me, "Come on, you're not a princess. If you want to eat shrimp, peel it yourself. I don't have the habit of peeling shrimp for women!"

Since then, I no longer liked to eat shrimp.

Looking at these photos, I somehow wasn't angry at all, as if I was browsing a stranger's Instagram.

Before going to bed, I thought that I still had a lot of free time, so I might as well take some classes to enrich myself.

No sooner said than done. The next day, I compared the prices of the courses from different organizations and finally bought an online course.

When I returned home in the afternoon, Rodney had already made dinner and was waiting for me. When he saw me back, he kindly fetched my slippers for me.

Then, he pulled me to the dining table, where there were delicious dishes and a cake.

He took out a bouquet of flowers from the corner and handed it to me, saying, "Happy birthday."

I took the flowers and pulled the corners of my mouth, saying, "Wow. Thank you so much."

After he lit the candles, I put my hands together in front of my nose, made a wish to win 5 million dollars in the lottery, and then blew the candles out.

While Rodney was cutting the cake, he casually asked, "What wish did you make?"

I put a big scoop of cake into my mouth and mumbled, "If I speak it out, it won't come true."

Rodney looked at me with an indulgent smile and reached out to wipe the cream off the corner of my mouth. I instinctively turned my head to avoid it.

When he saw this, his face instantly darkened. I pulled out a tissue and explained, "I can do it myself."

He frowned and said firmly, "You're still angry! Since last night, you haven't asked me when I came back!"

I widened my eyes in confusion and asked, "You're already an adult. Do I still need to remind you to come home early?"

But as soon as my voice fell, I suddenly felt it familiar. It seemed that in the past, when I asked Rodney to come back early, he often said to me, "I'm already an adult, and I can go back whenever I want, understand?"

At this time, he raised his voice, asking, "What do you want me to do to make you not angry?"

I explained helplessly, "I've already told you that I don't mind it. It's you who has been keeping bringing it up.

"How many times do I have to say it for you to believe me?"

As soon as I finished my words, I suddenly realized that I had again said the same sentence Rodney used to say to me.

I quickly explained, "I didn't mean to imitate you."

But Rodney was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Good!" Then, he slammed the door and left.