“She is a girl. She is not good at drinking. I will help her drink.”
I had been with Jeff for three years and I had helped him drink most of the wine in such occasions.
And now, before Serena refused, he had already protected her and helped her drink.
It was not good for girls to drink?
What about me? Was I a man?
I was about to speak, but the necklace around Serena’s neck caught my attention.
The pendant of the necklace was a bullet head that was a little old and faded.
Sensing my gaze, Serena’s hand tightly grasped the necklace and the voice was a little nervous when she spoke.
“What’s wrong, Tyne?”
Before I answered, Jeff spoke first.
“The last time we met, Serena said that this necklace was a little special, so I gave it to her on my own initiative.”
I looked at Jeff and there was a flash of discomfort on his face.
How could I not understand him after three years of companionship?
He was so anxious to explain because he was afraid that I would question Serena.
But he didn’t understand me. I, Tyne, was never a woman who would pester others.
“Now that your female companion is here, I’m going home first. Jeff, happy birthday.”
After saying this, I left the room without looking at the expressions of the crowd.
As soon as I got home, my phone rang.
I opened it and saw that there was a short video with me.
In the video, Serena was sitting in the middle of a pile of gifts, with a bunch of red roses beside her and a birthday hat on her head.
The text of this video was: [People who love you will spoil you like a child. This is the first time I know that people who don’t have birthdays can also receive many gifts.]
Soon, the video display disappeared and the next second, a message came: [Sorry, Tyne, I tagged the wrong person, sorry.]
I smiled and put down the phone without replying to the message.
Serena’s tricks were nothing in my eyes.
I packed my things with peace of mind, but tears fell as I packed.
I didn’t have much stuff, except for the clothes I usually wore, there was almost nothing else.
As I packed, I realized that Jeff had never given me a gift in the past three years.
When we were in love, I also nestled in his arms like a little girl, playing with his fingers and speaking coquettishly.
“Why don’t you give me flowers or gifts? I see other boyfriends will give me flowers or gifts.”
At this time, Jeff would always pinch my nose in a doting way.