After hanging up the phone, Vivian returned to the company, her expression unchanged as she threw herself into work.
Five days later, late at night.
After finishing a key project, the woman hurriedly returned home, only to see a man sleeping on the large bed in the bedroom.
"You like to act so high and mighty, throwing tantrums at me, right? Just a few days and you can't resist..." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him up. But before Vivian could finish her sentence, she was stunned by the man's face.
"Jason... why are youhere?"
"I was feeling really bored alone, so I thought I'd fly back to surprise you." Jason, with reddened eyes, asked her, “Vivian, did you just mistake me for Ethan?"
"Sorry, Jason, I drank too much tonight, that's why I acted like that."
Vivian, who had never touched alcohol, was irritated after trying to console Jason for a while. Only when the man fell asleep did she take off her dress and walk into the bathroom.
When she saw my toiletries, Vivian furrowed her brow and pinched the bridge of her nose.
How many days had it been already? Could it be that I really have no intention of returning during this time? But this weekend was her birthday. Every year around this time, I, who was particularly attentive to rituals, always prepare a cake and a birthday surprise for her with my own hands. This year would certainly be no exception.
Thinking of this, Vivian, who had been about to send me a message just a moment ago, snorted coldly and turned off her phone screen.
On Vivian's birthday night, as she walked into the party suite holding Jason's hand, she immediately heard her group of girlfriends teasing and joking.
"Oh my, why are the bride and groom so late?"
"Do we even need to ask? Look at Vivian's lips, we all know she's probably been secretly feeding Jason lipstick again."
Amid the lively atmosphere, Vivian lightly smiled as she scanned the room.
When she realized I wasn’t there, the curve of her lips gradually faded.
After a few rounds of drinks, someone, with a loose tongue, casually mentioned, "What time is it and our male pet still hasn’t made an appearance?"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly chilled.
Taking a small sip of whiskey, Vivian, with a smile that was neither here nor there, asked the person, "Oh? You seem to care quite a bit about Ethan?"