But now that my dream was about to be realized, I felt no excitement or thrill.
"You know our situation. It's better not to make it official in public."
I declined.
"It's up to you, to go or not!"
Since we've been together, I've never opposed him,
let alone repeatedly reject him as I did tonight.
He was humble enough, but I still couldn't appreciate it.
He slammed the door and left. I calmly organized the documents and thought about returning to work tomorrow.
When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't tell if Chandler had stayed up all night or risen early.
"Are you heading to work today? Your leg isn't great; let me drive you," he offered.
Seeing me up, he stood, appearing awkward and uneasy.
"Yeah, there's a lot to catch up on," I replied.
"No need to bother. It's better not to be seen together," I insisted.
Chandler's place was quite a distance from my workplace. Initially, I used to ask him to drop me off,
but he always cited his celebrity status and hailed taxis instead.
After a few attempts met with no response, I stopped asking.
Deep down, I knew those were just excuses. He had no qualms sending Lily home countless times.