Alex looked at the table, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled. "What about chicken?"
"I don't like it either."
He looked surprised, seemingly not expecting me to say this without hesitation.
Meeting his gaze, I took a napkin calmly, wiped my mouth, and added, "I don't like anything you said."
"Isabella, are you angry?" Vivian said cautiously, "Why don't you eat this plate of shrimp? Please don't be angry with Alex."
Her timid look made me look like the bad guy.
"How could I be angry? Please enjoy your meal. I just remembered I have some unfinished work, so I'll take my leave."
With a calm smile, I picked up my bag, ready to leave.
"Come on, are you still upset about Alex setting off fireworks for Vivi?"
Jason mentioned deliberately, his gaze filled with provocation.
Hearing him bring up this, Vivian spoke up, "I'm sorry, Isabella. I was in a mood back then, and Alex just wanted to cheer me up with that. Alex, you should apologize to Isabella."
Alex frowned upon hearing this, "I just set off some fireworks. Why should I apologize?"
His words caused the atmosphere to freeze.
Vivian smiled subtly at me from where he couldn't see, as if silently declaring her possession over Alex.
It was laughable. The person who did wrong had no idea that he was in the wrong.
Just like before, he never realized his own faults.
He thought he could just casually appease me and move on from this.
I smiled, "Yes, you're right. The fireworks were quite a spectacle. Keep it up next time."
With that, I left without looking back.
The moment I closed the door, I heard Vivian's voice. "Alex, go apologize quickly. Isabella is obviously angry."
"Don't mind her. She'll be fine in a few days."
His words stabbed at me like a sharp sword.
What on earth had I done before to make him so confident?
I walked out of the hotel slowly.
The cool breeze of the early autumn night was refreshing.
I strolled along the bustling streets, with couples passing by, their affectionate displays genuinely enviable.
Before Vivian came back, Alex and I were just like them.
We held hands tightly, unwilling to let go for fear of losing each other.
So, why did things turn out this way?
I felt heavy breathing, a bit suffocated.
Seeing an ice cream truck on the side of the road, I thought for a moment and bought an ice cream.
The moment I got the ice cream, I suddenly remembered his words vaguely.