Then, I cleaned up the kitchen and put away all the things I had brought.

Afterward, I took a taxi back home.

Amelia's own house was conveniently close to her office.

Yet, my residence was situated to the east and hers to the west, resulting in considerable distance between them, much like the gap between her and me.

No matter how hard I tried, we still seemed to be separated by the Pacific Ocean.

Back at home, I stored the packed food in the refrigerator, then took a shower, and went to bed.

The next day, I woke up and saw only a few messages on my phone.

[Why are you so mad?]

[Didn't you agree to celebrate your birthday when I got back? Where are you?]

It appeared that Amelia hadn't followed my instructions to check the video online.

I ignored her messages and just went about my own business.

This wasn't the first time she had stood me up.

Oscar used to contact Amelia whenever something happened to him. Even after his late-night break-up, he would invite her out for a drink to relieve his boredom.​

I had lost my temper, argued with her, and questioned her.

However, she replied, "Immoral people always entertain lewd ideas."

Every time, Amelia would give me gifts after abandoning me to find Oscar.

As long as she coaxed me, I would continue to revel in this relationship as if nothing had happened.

Because my friends all said that girlfriends needed to be spoiled.

If I kicked up a fuss, I would lose.

But no one realized that I had already failed miserably in this relationship.

And now, I was tired.

In the evening, after finishing work, I left the company and saw her standing outside.

She was dressed impeccably with a cold expression and a tall figure, like a runway model. Her body proportions were exceptional, drawing the attention of passers-by.

In the past, I would have approached her and asked her to get into the car to avoid being seen by anyone.

However, now, I simply ignored her.

I walked toward the station alone, and soon, Amelia caught up with me. Instead of explaining the incident, she said calmly, "It's Debra's birthday today. She's treating us to dinner."

I stopped and looked up at her. "Sure."

After we got in the car, there was silence.

As the wind blew in through the window, I caught a faint scent of jasmine.

It was Oscar's fragrance.

It was not unpleasant. I suddenly asked, "Do you enjoy floral fragrance?"

Amelia narrowed her bright eyes. "So-so."