"I don't mind." I shook my head, set down the last dish, took off my apron. "Take your time eating. I've got something to do and need to head out," I said casually.
Olivia looked up and asked where I was going. I didn't answer.
For some reason, her expression turned very unpleasant.
I sat in the car, watching the surveillance footage from home. At some point, the two of them had already gotten tangled up together.
I immediately went upstairs and found another partner at the company, Lea, to process my resignation. Lea was surprised to see me at the office on a weekend and casually asked a few questions.
But she was reluctant to sign my resignation and tried to console me, "Tommy, you and Olivia have been together for ten years. How many ten years does a person get? Olivia is just looking for something new, she'll definitely come around soon."
I gave no comment, my face cold as I pushed the resignation agreement forward, "Lea, just sign it."
She tried to coax me, "What's wrong with you? Can't you take good advice? You've been relying on Olivia all these years. Without her, where are you going to find another rich woman like that?"
I didn't respond. When a man makes a mistake, it's considered normal. But when a woman does, there are a thousand excuses to justify it.
And I'm just supposed to stand still, waiting for the one who hurt me to turn around and love me again.
Lea, right in front of me, called Olivia several times, all of which she hung up. Olivia was busy 'liberating her nature' now, even the king himself wouldn't get her to answer.
"Hmph, I really tried for you." I watched Lea finally scrawl her signature across the resignation form. I grabbed the signed document, packed up and left the office.
By the time I got home, they had finished their 'business'. The moment I stepped in, an unpleasant smell hit me.
"It's weekend, where did you go?" Olivia still had a flush on her face, her expression slightly unnatural.
"Went out to get some medicine." I lifted the bag in my hand and walked straight past. As I passed Judas, I said, "Make sure you clean up. Your boss has a cleanliness obsession."
Without waiting for a response, I shut my bedroom door.
As expected, there was a burst of yelling outside, then footsteps storming toward the door. But I had already locked it.