Every time, Amelia would give me gifts after abandoning me to find Oscar.
As long as she coaxed me, I would continue to revel in this relationship as if nothing had happened.
Because my friends all said that girlfriends needed to be spoiled.
If I kicked up a fuss, I would lose.
But no one realized that I had already failed miserably in this relationship.
And now, I was tired.
In the evening, after finishing work, I left the company and saw her standing outside.
She was dressed impeccably with a cold expression and a tall figure, like a runway model. Her body proportions were exceptional, drawing the attention of passers-by.
In the past, I would have approached her and asked her to get into the car to avoid being seen by anyone.
However, now, I simply ignored her.
I walked toward the station alone, and soon, Amelia caught up with me. Instead of explaining the incident, she said calmly, "It's Debra's birthday today. She's treating us to dinner."
I stopped and looked up at her. "Sure."
After we got in the car, there was silence.
As the wind blew in through the window, I caught a faint scent of jasmine.
It was Oscar's fragrance.