I took out my phone, booked myself a flight, and was about to leave on the wedding day.
There were only ten days left, which was enough time for me to deal with everything in the past.
Barry was right. The past was gone.
My father risked his life to save me, so I should live a brilliant life.
I returned all the wedding supplies I had bought myself.
I couldn't continue to stay in the city.
Lying in bed, I deleted the photos and videos saved on my phone.
The tens of thousands of love messages on social media that only Barry could see were deleted one by one.
Also, I cleared the chat history with one click.
There was nothing left in the photo album and chat interface, and I also felt empty in my heart.
After the deletion, I seemed not to like him anymore.
Ten years of love looked like a dream.
The next day, the phone woke me up.
"Mia, I've made an appointment for you. Please go to the dermatology department later."
"Okay."
Since he liked acting, I just needed to cooperate with him.
The test showed that I was allergic, and then he sat down next to me with a sigh of relief.
"It's the breakfast I made myself. After you finish eating, let's go try on wedding dresses. I forgot to tell you Neil is your bridesmaid."
It turned out that during the two years I had been away, Barry, who couldn't even cook instant noodles properly, knew how to cook.
The breakfast in the thermal box was exquisite, with good color and aroma, but I thought it was tasteless due to my bad mood.
"Neil's emotions have stabilized, so don't provoke her."
He leaned over, his eyes filled with lust.
I was so ashamed and angry that I slapped him in the face.
He covered his face in disbelief. "Mia, you returned to the country without telling me in advance or coming home, and now you won't even let me touch you?"
If I really was an ugly woman infected with a disease, he would think that I was not worthy of eating the food he cooked. At this time, he actually blamed me for not letting him touch me.
We looked at each other in silence.
All of a sudden, the ringing of his phone broke the ice, but I just felt bitter.
Once I wanted to use my voice as a navigation reminder for him, but he refused to agree.
Unexpectedly, he used Neil's laughter as his cell phone ringtone.
Feeling guilty, he looked at me several times and hesitated to speak.