In the past, I would confronted him, demanding an explanation, or rushed to the venue to declare that I was his girlfriend.
But now, I found it pointless. I left the group chat and set Samuel's updates to invisible.
"What's up? Can't let go?" Tina asked.
"Pfft, can't let go of what? He's just a man, and a scumbag at that," I said, silencing my phone, and we happily enjoyed our hotpot.
That night, I didn't go home. Tina and I stayed up chatting until dawn.
When I woke up, I turned off the silent mode on my phone. It immediately rang—it was Patrick, sounding angry, "Why didn't you reply to my messages or answer my calls?"
I looked at my phone and saw many missed calls and messages.
"Oh, Tina is here, I was with her. What's up?"
"Well, I came home early last night."
"Ok," I replied.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"No, just come home early."
I was speechless.
These days my company was busy, and I am busy too, busy with going abroad, busy with TOEFL classes, I almost forgot about Patrick.
Patrick called, "Vallerie, are you off work? It's been a while since we had dinner together."
I calculated the time. It was time to have a talk.
"Yes, I'm not too busy today. I'll come home."