Her voice was sharp, and her tone was cutting.
Jane McCain thought, she must look very ugly now.
But she couldn’t help herself...
She took a deep breath, waited for her emotions to calm, and said softly, "I thought I was your girlfriend, and maybe I should hold a little more weight in your heart... but look, I sent you a breakup text, and you ca back to after three days. I think we really aren’t right for each other."
She raised her eyes to look at Allen Rivera, her voice as calm as she could manage, "Let’s break up."
After saying this, she saw Allen’s eyes instantly darken, like a stormy day piled with layers of clouds, a mixture of coldness and anger.
Very angry, right?
Being dumped, of course, he would be angry...
Jane thought to herself.
Allen looked at Jane and was silent for a long ti before saying seriously, "The way I’ve handled this wasn’t appropriate, causing you distress. I apologize to you. I will try to be more considerate in the future, and no matter where I go, I’ll inform you clearly, will that work?"
Jane felt a slight wavering in her heart.
... Will that work?
If next ti, she doesn’t let him go, will he still go?
Jane was uncertain; she didn’t have the confidence to stop Allen.
"Janie, if there are problems in a relationship between two people, regardless of whose fault it is, we should face it together and try to solve it rather than just break up, unless you truly want to break up. Otherwise, suggesting a breakup won’t solve any problems." Allen said with a furrowed brow, looking solemn, "If you’re dissatisfied with anything about , you can let know, but please don’t casually bring up the word breakup anymore, okay?"
Jane felt that Allen was really rational.
Even though she had suggested breaking up, he could still restrain his emotions and calmly and logically lay out all the reasons for her.
These words were telling her: don’t be capricious, don’t be childish, don’t be unreasonable.
"Actually, not every problem in the world has a solution." She murmured softly.
Allen didn’t hear clearly and looked at her suspiciously.
Jane said, "I’ve thought it over, we truly aren’t suitable for each other, let’s break up."
There was no response from across the table for a long ti.
His breath was heavy, as if he were trying hard to suppress certain emotions.
"Reason." Allen’s deep black eyes fixed on her, "What’s the reason for breaking up? If it’s because I didn’t reply to a ssage in ti, I can’t accept such a reason."
Jane rembered what her mom used to say: don’t argue with soone you care about, because most words said in a fight are hurtful, and once spoken, they can’t be taken back, leaving a lasting mark in mory, painful every ti you recall it.
She didn’t know what kind of mory she’d leave Allen with, hoping it wouldn’t be too ugly...
"There’s no reason, just feel it’s not suitable." Jane thought for a mont, recalling Zara Jason’s past advice, and said softly, "Your work is too busy, you can’t spend much ti with ; our social circles are vastly different, we can’t engage in the sa activities, I watch cartoons, you watch news, we have no common topics... plus you’re nine years older than , too old, later on, living together, it’ll be difficult to synchronize our rhythms."
She thought love would make her not care, but now she’s listed a heap of reasons, suddenly realizing she had kept them in her heart all along.
Allen’s expression had turned cold as ice.
Jane wondered how he would feel after being evaluated as completely unsuitable?
... Whatever he might feel, it wouldn’t be more painful than hers.
This is probably typical female contradictory psychology? Even though she’s the one proposing the breakup, she’s sadder, more heartbroken, more in pain than the person being dumped.
"Lunch break is almost over, I have to go."
Jane felt the urge to cry was almost unstoppable, quickly got up, and without another glance at Allen, briskly left the restaurant.
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