He sighed and reached out to hug me. “Don’t get me wrong. I just treat her as a sister, but I’m going to marry you. That necklace, she said it’s special. I’ll let her wear it for two days. If you’re unhappy, I’ll go and get it back tomorrow. Don’t be unhappy, okay?”
The last “okay” sounded up, the voice was tender, with some coquettish meaning. After three years together, he knew how to make me soft-hearted. Every time I was a little unhappy, as long as he said the last sentence, I would always be soft-hearted and immediately coaxed by him.
But this time, smelling the faint scent of gardenia on his suit jacket, I just felt a sharp soreness on the tip of my nose. Before I could answer, Jeff’s phone rang.
“What’s wrong? The taxi driver has been following you? Don’t be afraid. I’ll be here soon. Go to a crowded place first. Turn up the volume so that he can hear my voice…”
He was anxious and he opened the door and left the house without even looking at me.
The whole house was silent again, as if he had never come back.
I smiled and reached out to wipe away the tears in my eyes.
The necklace that fluttered in his mouth was a bullet that almost shot into my heart.