"As for your guests, please tell them yourself. I won't meddle in it. Anyway, I don't know any of them."
After saying that in one breath, Bernice was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly became mad.
"Well, well, Shawn Miller. You were the one who knelt down and proposed to me, and now you're also the one who broke off the engagement. You're treating me like a fool, aren't you?"
"You do whatever you want. Are you the king?"
"You have to give me an explanation today, otherwise..."
Before she could finish her words, I slashed the door.
Bernice pounded on the door. But I just put on my bluetooth headset, turned up the volume, and listened a pop music.
After a while, the pounding sounds disappeared. And faint sounds of crying came from outside, as well as Ryan's consolation.
"Bernny, I told you before, you two are not suitable for each other at all. Shawn is obviously unreliable."
"Such an idiot deserves to be single for the rest of his life."
"Let's go. You are tired enough today. Let's go to my home and rest for a night."
……
I was five years older than Bernice. We used to work in the same company.
I was a designer, and she was a receptionist.