She thought I still cared about our fractured relationship.
A sarcastic smile played on my lips. Once she finished speaking, I looked at Eason and said coldly, "Eason, let's break up."
I didn't need a wedding, real or fake.
Just being near him made me sick.
Without waiting for his reaction, I stood up and went to the bedroom to grab the suitcase I had packed the night before.
My body was stiff from holding the same posture for too long.
But Eason ignored me and continued eating the breakfast Cindy brought.
Dragging my small suitcase to the door, I paused, remembering the items in the refrigerator.
I turned back and stood in front of Eason.
He looked up, scoffing, "Changed your mind? It's not too late to apologize. Don't be so stubborn; I've spoiled you too much over the years."
I didn't even glance at him. I simply looked at the fridge and said, "Please move aside."
He looked sullen and ignored me, so I stepped past him.
From the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, I carefully retrieved the meat pies my mother had made during her last visit.
I held them gently in my arms.
As I turned to leave, Eason deliberately tripped me.
It made me hit my head on the corner of the table.