Waiting for the Right Love

Seeing that I didn’t move, she gradually became angry.

"William, what’s wrong with you? Why are you putting on airs? You’re not usually like this."

We’ve been together for five years, and I’ve always gone along with whatever she’s asked for.

I was accustomed to Zoey not acknowledging me on any occasion.

If I don’t play along, I’ll have to sweet-talk her even more after getting home.

I’ve tried every means to make her happy.

After all, I was a lickspittle.

In the four years of college, Brandon and Zoey had always been a couple.

And I pursued Zoey for four years without realizing it.

I had kept the seat in the classroom and prepared food for her.

It was not until I graduated that I knew I had pursued Brandon’s girlfriend for four years.

Just as I was about to give up, Zoey dumped him because he wanted to start a business and she was lack of sense of security.

She became my girlfriend then.

Zoey was really beautiful, and there were countless people in the university chasing after her.

I was the only one who had persisted for four years.

Since last month, Brandon and Zoey, who hadn’t been in touch for five years after breaking up, suddenly got back in touch last month.

They got back together as quickly as a wildfire in the prairie.

After just one phone call, they began to date frequently and meet each other.

At first, Zoey was a bit hesitant.

She felt completely relieved when she saw that I was pretending not to care.

Until today, the two of them hugged and kissed in front of me, completely ignoring me.

I finally realized that it wasn’t so difficult to let go of this relationship.

No matter how much I loved her, I couldn’t be shameless.

Noticing that I was still leaning against the back of the chair, Brandon kindly intervened.

"Hey man, Zoey can be willful sometimes. Cut her some slack."

I seemed to have become an outsider.

Zoey persisted in challenging me and refused to let it go.

"What’s up with your attitude today? Matthew invited us out of kindness and you are being rude!"

I had to kneel down and put on a show for Brandon’s treat.

I glanced up at my girlfriend, and she was giving me a fierce look.

Her face was ruddy, and her skin was delicate.

This was the outcome of five years of dedicated work from me, a lickspittle.

She could get everything from me as long as she asked.

I even had to think twice before I bought anything for myself.

Now, Zoey’s well-kept face was giving me this really weird look, like she was about to threaten me.

I picked up my glass and tried to regain my dignity.

"Dude, I’m not gonna perform today. Come on, let me raise a toast to you. Thank you for making out with my girlfriend."

Brandon had always known that I was a decent person.

It was the first time he’d heard me use such strong language, and it took him a while to react.

Then he drank the glass of wine with me.

Zoey had completely lost her patience.

"William, what do you mean by saying that?"

Even Brandon’s girlfriend, Jessie, who had been quietly munching away, couldn’t take it anymore.

"Hey girl, you might think we’re fools, but we’re not blind."

Zoey blushed, maybe because she’s always a bit jealous of pretty girls.

She glared at Jessie.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Brandon and I are innocent. If you don’t trust him, why are you dating him?"

Unexpectedly, Jessie laughed her head off as if she had heard the funniest joke.

"I know what kind of person he is."

Brandon covered his mouth and coughed softly.

When Zoey heard someone putting Brandon down, she stood up and helped to refute.

"Brandon’s a great guy. Why are you being so mean? Show some respect."

After hearing this, Jessie glanced at me with sympathy in her eyes.

I shook my head, indicating that I was used to it.

I poured another glass for myself and Brandon.

"Thanks for the meal, Mr. Smith. And thanks to my girlfriend too."

I drank it all in one gulp.

Brandon gained face, patting me on the shoulder.

"You’re welcome, buddy."

Upon hearing this, Zoey contained her anger with a sense of satisfaction.

I poured myself a third glass, then stood up and bowed to him.

"For this third toast, I wish you two a hundred years of happiness. I won’t bother you anymore."