After a while, Ryan said again, “There’s a gathering tomorrow night, help me out, will you?”
I said straightforwardly, “No.”
Ding ding, phone notification: Ryan Young has transferred 5000 to you.
I gladly accepted and then looked up at him, “I take back what I just said. Tell me, what help do you need? As long as I can do it, I’ll definitely get it done for you.”
Ryan had a slightly mischievous expression, Pretend to be my girlfriend.”
I shamelessly said, “Add another thousand.”
Ryan tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Deal.”
The next evening, I wore a sexy, figure–hugging red long dress and walked into the gathering place with Ryan. Although my figure wasn’t particularly good, it was above average, and my face wasn’t bad either. Ryan would definitely look good.
Ryan enthusiastically greeted his friends and then introduced me. Living up to my professional ethics, I held Ryan’s arm, appearing intimately close.
When the crowd dispersed a bit, my peripheral vision paused, and then the smile froze on my face.
Not for any other reason, but because I saw a very familiar figure, a figure I had been avoiding for two years but hadn’t forgotten.
My gaze followed that man step by step as he walked over.
James, a person I would recognize even if he turned to ashes.
When Ryan saw James coming, he immediately perked up, “Dr. Quinn, you’re finally here. We’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
“This is my girlfriend, Lily Sanders.”
I awkwardly tugged at the corner of my mouth. James’s eyes kept falling on me, and then I heard his deep voice, “Lily Sanders? Your girlfriend?”
As soon as these words were spoken, I suddenly felt the air turn cold. It must be an
illusion.
I swallowed and thought to myself, Lily! What are you afraid of? You’ve already broken up, there’s no relationship anymore!
After a round of self–encouragement, I adjusted my state, then put on a smile and reached out my hand, saying, “Hello, Dr. Quinn.”
James held his wine glass, hesitating to reach out. I knew he definitely wouldn’t. This
<
severe gerrnaphobe, who would wash his hands three times after shaking hands with others, how could he shake hands with me, especially me, his detestable ex–girlfriend?
I vividly remembered that after I forced myself on him, James looked shocked, his neatly ironed white shirt all messed up, with a blood drop from my bite on his lip.
It was like a chaste male god had been violated. Thinking about it now, I still felt a little
excited?
Seeing that James kept looking at me but didn’t reach out, Ryan, to ease the
awkwardness, tried to pull my hand back. But the next second, James reached out and shook my hand, “Hello, Lily Sanders.”
I was almost afraid James would say, long time no see, my detestable ex–girlfriend.
What shocked me more was that James actually shook hands with me! Has this man reformed after two years?
