He couldn’t continue when he met my eyes.
Hailey had only suffered a scratch, while I had a miscarriage.
He was having fun with his good friend and even blacklisted me when I needed him the most.
"Cough..." He turned his face away and coughed to hide his guilt and embarrassment.
I felt that I was pathetic.
He always thought that it was Hailey that helped him to become famous.
He never knew what I had done for him in the past two years and that I had met two rich young men who were addicted to the game by being the game trainer.
Jacob got the resources because I had played games for them for a whole day and night. My hands were so stiff that they seemed not to belong to me anymore. I was even incontinent and hospitalized with stomach pains.
In the end, he attributed them to Hailey.
"I understand you. After all, Hailey is your good friend." I didn't look at him and ordered the milk tea on my phone.
He froze for a moment as if he had never expected me to say that.
In the past, I would ask him for an explanation to confirm my position in his heart by deceiving myself.
It was ridiculous now that I thought about it.
People who cared about you would naturally give you enough security instead of making you suffer all the time and thinking you're always being unreasonable.
"Abby, do you have to be so sarcastic? Hailey and I..."
"You two are brothers. Others sleep together in the room while you just play poker. You’ve said countless times and I understand you."
I interrupted him impatiently then walked to the guest room. "I'm a little sleepy after watching the computer for so long. I'll go to bed first."
Takeout and milk tea wouldn't be delivered for another half hour. I didn't want to stay in the living room with him.
I didn't even want to spend a second with him when I didn’t like him.
When I closed the door of the guest room, I heard him cursing outside, "What the fuck!"
It was probably because he felt he had already apologized and explained in such an attitude but neither did I get jealous nor forgave him as I had done before.
He got annoyed when I was jealous.
He became angry when I looked calm and indifferent.
It seemed that whatever I did was wrong.
It was tiring to be with him.
By the time the takeout arrived, Jacob had already left.
He must have gone to his friend’s place again.
Anyway, it had nothing to do with me.
Without him being here, I ate my takeout happily.