Trapped in the Residual Warmth of Past Love

I stopped talking and watched him walk out with two cups of coffee.

Through the glass, I saw him naturally hand one of the cups to Angela who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Was this a coincidence?

I didn't think so.

Angela was always curious about everything.

She would write down all the famous food stores, cafes, and even game halls in the city.

Then she sent them to me and Xavier, saying it would facilitate our date.

When I first received it, I actually persuaded him to try it with me.

"Ruby, the company is just starting out. I really don't have the energy."

After so many times, I stopped mentioning it.

Now, he and Angela seemed so familiar with the shop, as if they were regular customers.

"Ms. King, what happened?" Yohan was a little nervous.

At this time, the coffee I ordered was brought by the waiter.

"Excuse me, does the man who just went out often come here with his girlfriend?"

For some unknown reason, I asked the waiter.

"Yes.

"They come every few days.

"One is steady, the other is lively. They are indeed a good match."

After thanking the waiter, I tasted the coffee. It was indeed good.

I looked up and apologized to Yohan, and then continued the topic of divorce.

It wasn't until I finished talking to Yohan that Xavier called me.

"Ruby, what happened recently?

"I'm sorry I haven't paid attention to you recently.

"When I get home tonight, we'll have a good chat and clear up the misunderstanding."

The problems between us were never recent.

But I still agreed.

He came back in the early morning.

After a moment of silence, he started talking about how busy his work was.

I interrupted him softly.

"I moved out yesterday. Do you know that?"

He was stunned for a moment. "I finished my drinking party too late last night. And I didn't come back because I was afraid of disturbing your sleep."

For some reason, I laughed. "Then do you know what I took away from our room?"