When the Affectionate Male Lead Changed His Heart

I took the bag and walked out.

Samuel chased after me and grabbed my hand, "What are you doing? Do you want to make a fool of yourself in front of so many people?"

There was still a little red mark on his lips.

He actually kissed her.

I suddenly felt a little ridiculous, shook off his hand, "You kissed another woman in front of me, your wife, who is on earth the joke?"

He frowned impatiently, "It's just a game!"

"Do you know what she said to me? She has loved me for nearly ten years. I just see my own reflection in her!"

"I just feel sorry for her. She has loved me for so many years. I have experienced this kind of humiliation and despair, so I want to give her a helping hand!"

He spoke sternly, and I couldn't help but sneer.

It's really absurd.

"So, just because she loves you, you have to love her? You have to kiss her?"

I have always felt sorry for the restrained five years of his confession, because I fell for him, so I felt sorry for him.

But it didn't mean that I had to feel sorry for every unrequited love in the world.

And I wouldn't just kiss anyone so casually.

"I have also experienced that embarrassing situation. I just want to help her out!"

He stared at me impatiently, with a dissatisfied tone.

"I'm not you. I'm not so heartless to trample on someone's sincerity!"

My heart suddenly ached.

I gathered great courage to believe in love again and cherished Samuel's goodness even more.

Didn't I love him?

Didn't I come home every day after work to cook for him?

Didn't I manage this relationship well?

Just because I had an ex-boyfriend and didn't accept his affection while dating someone else, did that mean I deserve to die?

I knew what Samuel was referring to.

At that time, I had a fight with Michael, and my friends called a bunch of people to the bar to cheer me up.

Samuel sat at another table.

He walked over with a drink, visibly nervous, and stuttered, "I lost in the game, can you please help me complete a task?"

He approached me and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Without hesitation, I rejected him, very coldly.

At that time, our friends around us knew about his secret crush on me, and I had some suspicions but was not certain.

I didn't do things that gave people false hope.

I publicly humiliated Samuel, hurting his pride and making his face turn ugly.

The embarrassment on his face today was just like Emily's.

So, was this a case of mutual understanding?

I looked at him, and my face turned cold.

"You really disgust me."