He stared at me, forbearing and restrained, and said in a deep voice, "Amelia, you can throw a tantrum, but you can't go too far. Let's forget about this time. Next time..."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" I couldn't listen any longer and interrupted him, "Mr. Wilson, if I understand correctly, we have broken up. Who are you to accuse me now?"
Oliver was stunned, his face tense.
"Breakup? How come I didn't know we have broken up?"
I laughed angrily and cast him a cold gaze. "Well, let me make it clear to you right now the. We have broken up."
"Amelia, don't push it!" he warned.
He got angry and reached out to pull me.
I took a step back, avoiding his touch, my eyes full of disdain, "Mr. Wilson, get ahold of yourself."
I felt disgusting as he touched me with hands that had been intimate with other women.
I openly displayed my resistance and kept my distance from him.
Oliver pressed his lips, his eyes tinged with anger.
He gazed at me for a long while before uttering, "Whatever."
With that, he turned and left.
I twitched my mouth slightly and took out all his belongings.
Since he said it was my decision, I would just throw those garbage back where they belonged.