He also bought a big cake with 'Happy 8th Wedding Anniversary' written on it.
But I thought it ironic no matter how I looked at it.
Alan personally cut the cake for me and considerately placed it in front of me. I ate it without saying a word.
After Alan's phone rang twice, he frowned and set it to silent.
He tried to find a topic with me, but I didn't respond.
In the end, we stopped talking.
Halfway through the meal, Alan smiled and stood up.
"Donna, the cake is too greasy. I'm going downstairs to buy some fruit. I'll be back soon."
Perhaps the sixth sense that women were born with was too accurate.
At the moment he got up, I thought of his chat records with Bailey yesterday.
I nodded expressionlessly, "Okay."
Alan picked up his coat, kissed me on the forehead before leaving, and said gently, "Wait for me."
See. We looked like a loving couple.
But no one knew what Alan was thinking now.
After Alan left, I also put on my coat and went downstairs, taking a taxi to follow him.
Sure enough, he didn't go to the supermarket or fruit shop to buy any fruits.
Instead, he parked directly at the entrance of the hotel.
Then he walked hurriedly and a petite girl in the hotel ran into his arms.