Your Love, Now a Memory

Watching his performance, I suddenly felt tired.

I just wanted to talk to him about his affair with Annie, but I was interrupted by a sudden phone call.

"I gotta answer the call."

In a few minutes, he rushed in, hurriedly grabbed a coat, and left.

He didn't have time to say a word to me during that time.

I stood by the window, watching Charles gradually disappear.

My heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed, unable to breathe.

It wasn't until midnight that he gently pushed open the bedroom door, and I sat up.

"Norah, sorry if I woke you up."

"Where did you go?"

"A friend got injured, and there was no one to take care of him, so I went to help."

I stared at him with a mocking and sarcastic expression.

"Friend? Is Miss cook there?

His body stiffened. "Norah, don't misunderstand. She's just my friend. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would misunderstand."

I threw the pillow on the bed at him and said coldly, "Charles, don't you know that besides your own wife, you should keep distance from other girls?"

He didn't think he did anything wrong.

"Norah, can you stop making a fuss? I've already said we're just friends. Why do you always overreact?"

He rubbed his forehead and said, "You should think about it yourself. I can't always accommodate you."

After he finished speaking, he walked away quickly.