Chapter 6

After I got home and took a shower, I picked up my phone and found dozens of missed calls, all from Jenna. Before I knew it, the phone rang again.

"Ryan? What do you mean?" she asked.

"I've made it clear, we want to break up," I replied.

"It was my fault for transferring you without your consent. I apologize to you. But I was really doing this for your own good. You can ask your father and brother if working as a design director at the branch company is a good training opportunity?" she defended.

"Is it for my own good or for your own good?" I sneered.

"Why do you say that?" she asked.

"That night, I was outside the club's box and heard what you said." I repeated word for word, "It's really annoying to have you sticking around me every day."

" Ryan , I... listen to me, I drank a little that day and said something without thinking. This is not what I really thought--" she explained.

"People speak the truth when they're drunk, don't they?" I asked back.

"That's not the case," she denied.

"It's not just because of this sentence." I said in a light tone, "I can clearly feel your attitude towards me in the past two years. Jenna, admit it, you are really tired and annoyed, and you are too lazy to see me appear by your side. I left, as you wished, shouldn't you be happy?"

There was silence for a long time, and finally her voice came: "I don't agree to break up, you are just impulsive now. I will give you some time, let's calm down. Ryan, I will contact you later."

I smiled indifferently. Breaking up is not divorce, so I don't need her consent.