Chapter 1607: Chapter 1607: Aria Jackson and Hudson Chester
— There are three things that cannot be concealed: a cough, poverty, and love; you wish to hide them but they only beco more conspicuous.
When Hudson Chester t Aria Jackson again, through her eyes, he saw confusion, shock, and embarrassnt, but no trace of affection.
This was natural.
She didn’t even really know him.
Let alone know that he had once been in a ‘relationship’ with her for almost a year.
This unexpected encounter made Hudson feel terrible, and mories of high school kept surfacing in his mind from ti to ti.
He still rembered in gym class back then, twisting his ankle by accident, and being supported by classmates back to the classroom to rest, only to unexpectedly see a girl furtively stuffing sothing into his desk in the empty room.
The girl noticed them, her face turning red, as if too embarrassed to handle, bowing her head and rushing away.
His classmates pulled out a box of chocolates and a letter from his desk, laughing exaggeratedly: “Oh! Hudson, the prettiest girl in school likes you!”
…Yes, that prettiest girl was Aria Jackson.
She was a year younger than him, exceptionally bright and charming, her presence undiminished even under the blazing sun.
So pretty was she, her lips so red and striking, her cheeks so rosy and alluring, her hair so curly and red, that the Dean of Instruction suspected she wore makeup and perd her hair, violating school rules, until her parents personally ca to the school to explain: her good complexion was due to natural vitality, and her curly hair was a family trait.
Which only goes to show how incredibly naturally beautiful she was.
Thinking about the past, Hudson involuntarily revealed a self-loathing expression on his face, losing his appetite at the sight of the food in front of him.
“Why aren’t you eating?” the woman across the table asked.
Hudson snapped back, looking up at her: “It’s nothing, I’m just not very hungry. What movie shall we watch later? I’ll buy the tickets online.”
The woman shook her head gently: “Let’s not watch one. I asked you out for dinner today to talk about sothing.”
Hudson, hearing this, quietly looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
He waited for about a minute.
The woman said, “Let’s break up.”
Hudson: “…”
Seeing his stunned expression, the other couldn’t help but smile awkwardly: “Sorry, did I scare you?”
Hudson slowly regained his composure, his face still showing surprise, and after a mont of silence, he asked, “Can I ask why?”
“I just feel… we are not very suitable for each other.” She forced a smile, “The difference in our appearances is just too great. When we first got together, I was genuinely happy, very happy, having a handso boyfriend who is also a famous surgeon—everyone envied , but…”
She sighed slightly. Her ordinary single eyelid, against an equally ordinary face, appeared quite plain in stark contrast to her boyfriend’s handso and exquisite features, even… a little bit ugly.
“But as ti went on, I felt imnse pressure… Every ti we went out on a date, the strange looks from strangers on the street were really unbearable…”
“I’m sorry.” Hudson lowered his gaze, looking away, “I didn’t consider it fully.”
“You don’t need to apologize, it’s not your fault for being handso,” his girlfriend said with a smile.
Hudson pondered montarily, trying to persuade her: “We can avoid public places for our dates.”
“No, no… There’s no need to do that.” His girlfriend smiled and shook her head, “Hudson, you’re great, but you’re just not right for .”
She said, “You work hard, yet you still manage to see two to three tis a week, talk to on the phone every night before bed, make love once a week, watch a movie once a month, and rember to prepare gifts for anniversaries and birthdays… I believe if we got married, you’d be a great husband. So, let’s just consider this breakup my fault; I want to make a change.”
With everything said, his girlfriend beca his ex-girlfriend.
A breakup is always a notification, not a discussion.
“Goodbye, Hudson,” the ex-girlfriend said.
Hudson remained seated, thinking: How many tis have I been dumped now?
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