The Seven-Year Itch: I Finally Gave Up on Him

The next day, I was woken up by phone calls from Bella.

"Yvonne, the more I think about it, the more I feel that something is wrong. What did Eason mean yesterday?"

"You've been together for seven years. Didn't he dare to give you a definite answer?"

I was at a loss for words.

Because I didn't know either.

Logically speaking, I should have been very angry that he had abandoned me on the spot yesterday.

But I didn't this time.

Because I was used to it.

Suddenly, a message popped up on my phone.

[I'll pick you up at the company's dinner party tonight.]

I hesitated.

Because he hardly took me to see his colleagues.

It seemed that he wanted to make it up to me.

[Yesterday, something did happen in the company. Don't think too much about it.]

Eason was still the same Eason.

He would always be able to quickly notice the problem between us and then quickly remedy it.

"Every conflict between us will not exceed three days.

Because he could always solve it quickly according to the process.

In the past, every time I was angry and wanted to make it clear to him, he would bring up that process.

After the process was over, whether I agreed or not, he would admit that the problem had been solved.

If I made trouble again, he would ignore me.

But his eyes were questioning, "What the hell are you doing?"

He had never thought that many things couldn’t be solved.

Love was not work.

Work was about efficiency, but love was not.

[Okay.]

I went back to the room to put on my clothes and makeup and I was well-dressed from head to toe.

I looked at myself in the mirror but couldn't feel happy.

I used to be very happy that he was willing to take me to see the people in his company.

But now, I suddenly felt troubled.