When Quinten returned home, it was already down.
I lay in bed, actually not asleep.
Just opened my eyes and stared into the darkness.
Until she was pulled into Quinten’s arms.
“Haven’t you slept yet?
He bent down to kiss me but missed.
He hesitated for a moment, then he hugged me while suppressing his anger and said, “Who bothered you? Shall I go and beat him up for you, okay?” “Quinten.”
“Um.”
The room was so dark that I couldn’t see his face.
But I could smell the scent of gardenia on him.
“Let’s break up
Quinten froze for a moment, then let go and lay down to the side, asking, “What’s wrong
He impatiently pressed has torehead, “She’s not a little girl anymore, why is she being so dramatic?”
“What’s the point of splitting up?” he chuckled. “Kierra, you’re not young anymore. Who would marry a wife who smokes, drinks, has tattoos, and is even more ruthless than a man in handling t things?”
My chest ached
I pressed hard on my chest, but I couldn’t suppress the intense pain.
Last year, I had stitches on my arm. I was allergic to anesthesia, but I endured the pain without making a sound, even when they stitched me up with
Quinten’s heartfelt words, fueled by alcohol,
1, caused me to well up with tears.
“Quinten,” I couldn’t help but ask him, “if I had a terminal illness, would you…”
“Kierra,” he interrupted me, a hint of impatience between his eyebrows, “stop asking such boring questions.”
“If you were really terminally ill, would I accompany you in committing suicide?”
He pressed his forehead and said, “I’m busy with the wedding and business lately, I don’t have the energy to coax you, don’t act up.” As he spoke, his
phone suddenly rang
Quinten hung up in annoyance.
However, the other party called back again.
After several attempts, Quinten got out of bed with his plone in hand and said, “Speak.”
The girl’s crying sound came through the receiver, not very distinct.
Gunten cursed, “Dansin, it’s really troublesome.”
Despite saying it was troublesome, he hurriedly left the house.
“There was a problem with the leniness, I went to dead with it,‘
“You slept early, you don’t have to wait for me,”
My wedding with Qua
scheduled for the third of ped mouth.
The wedding was simple: I didn’t tell Quinten about my illness.
In the late stage, it was basically incurable.
Inever told Quinten that I would never marry him.
Chapter 2
I accepted everything about Quinten.
I could not accept betrayal.
Thinking about him embracing other women, kissing their brows and eyes, searching for the shadow of my youth on their bodies, made my stomach
chum.
Disgusted to the extreme.
I followed Quinten when I was eighteen, and it has been a whole decade since then
Now, the doctor says I only have half a year to live.
By this calculation, I wasted nearly half of my life on him.
Just a few days left.
I just wanted to be Kierra.
will had
I booked a flight to go abroad and wanted to take the opportunity while I still had the energy to go and see this world that I love but have never visited
before.
And the plane ticket was also booked for the third of next month.
In the early morning, I crossed out a day on the calendar.
Ten days remained until going abroad.
The sound of a door opening came from behind.
Quinten walked in, covered in snow, and took off his coat before coming over to hug me.
He still didn’t like my short hair.
As my gaze fell on the calendar, Quinten looked at the heavily circled date of the third of next month, smiled, and gently pinched my face, “Can’t wait to marry me, huh?”
He counted, “There are still ten days.”
He buried his face in my neck and said, “These days, I will find time to accompany you to dye your hair back to black and get hair extensions, okay?”
“The wedding must have been beautiful.”
“No need ”
I looked at the calendar expressionlessly, There are only a few days left.”
“Short hair was also good.”
Quinten remained silent for a while. “Hmm,” he said. He let go of his hand and picked up his coat draped over the chair. “There are a lot of things to take care of for the wedding. The venue for the third brother’s side was just ruined yesterday. I’m busy lately, so I won’t come back for now.”