I was really useless...
She was indeed good at pretending as always.
A dish of sweet and sour goose liver melted in my mouth.
It was delicious, not exaggerated at all.
Two years, the first time I ate the food cooked by my boyfriend, it was because of his ex-girlfriend.
There was no current girlfriend as miserable as me.
After dinner, I couldn't argue or refuse Aston's words about where a girl could go at this late hour.
But when Aston finished taking a shower and was about to walk into the room arranged for Elise, I still stopped him.
"Aston, it's too late. Don't disturb Elise's rest."
It was ridiculous that two years of being together didn't allow Aston to recognize the correct door, even though the muscle memory didn't belong to me.
After my reminder, Aston turned around with a look of loss.
"Kyra, you go to sleep first, I'll come after smoking a cigarette."
I closed the door with a feeling of loss, leaning against it, feeling somewhat powerless.
Aston had a heart transplant, he shouldn't be smoking.
It was just that he didn't want to enter my room in front of Elise.
Even the excuses were so perfunctory.