He carried a cake in one hand and a few boxes of high-end nutritional supplents in the other as he walked toward the dining room after changing his shoes.
"Lily, happy birthday. I brought you a cake and gifts. Grandma, these are for you; let Auntie make so nourishing soup and dishes with them."
He raised the items in his hands, smiling broadly while chatting with us.
Grandma and Auntie exchanged a glance, both looking slightly embarrassed.
Out of politeness, Grandma smiled, "You shouldn’t have, but I can’t use them. You should take them back to your parents."
Before Adrian Gordon could respond to Grandma, I stood up with a cold face and said bluntly, "What are you doing here? Who told you to co? Don’t you have any sha?"
"Lily, today is your birthday..." Adrian Gordon looked at with a cautious expression.
"My birthday has nothing to do with you! No one here welcos you, leave!" I rudely turned him away and instructed Auntie to show him out.
But Auntie couldn’t possibly send him away.
Adrian Gordon anxiously expressed his sincerity, "Grandma, Auntie... I know I was wrong. I’m sorry to Lily, I’ve realized my mistake. Please help persuade her to give another chance."
Grandma sighed, "I can’t interfere in young people’s affairs, it’s up to Lily."
Auntie added, "Adrian, a missed opportunity is lost, and no one can wait forever. Lily never relied on you for anything—she just wanted you to be kind and good to her. But you’ve lost both of those qualities; how can she give you another chance?"
Adrian Gordon hung his head in sha, his face full of remorse, "Yes, it’s all my fault..."
Seeing him standing there motionless, I got up and went straight over to him, pushing him out, "Go! Hurry and leave! Seeing you makes sick!"
"Lily, don’t be like this... I’m sincerely remorseful. If you forgive , I’ll do anything you ask. I promise I’ll only love you from now on."
Adrian Gordon retreated awkwardly, but still didn’t forget to pledge his loyalty to .
But I didn’t believe a word of it.
I forcefully pushed him out the door and threw the cake and supplents he had brought outside, "Take your stuff, don’t leave them here to disgust people!"
As the door slamd, I returned to continue eating.
Auntie looked at several tis and seeing my bad mood, asked worriedly, "Are you okay? You were together for six years; separating isn’t easy. I understand if you want to cry, it’ll make you feel better."
I gnawed on the bones, carelessly saying, "No tears, he’s not worth it."
Grandma and Auntie were both deeply worried.
After finishing the bones, I paused before saying, "He doesn’t agree to the divorce. I’ve already filed with the court, and the hearing is on the sixth of next month. Between him and , it’s truly over. Don’t worry; I can handle this."
Grandma always remained optimistic, "Alright, as long as you’ve made up your mind, whatever you decide, Grandma supports you."
I smiled and looked at the cake Auntie made herself, changing the subject, "Let’s cut the cake. I love Auntie’s cakes the most."
"Yes, eat more of it," Auntie got cheerful, promptly lighting the candles for to make a wish and cut the cake.
After my birthday, I left Grandma’s house at ten in the evening.
Grandma currently lives in a villa that Auntie bought for her a few years ago, with two rooms and one living room. It’s a small unit, close to Auntie’s place for convenient care.
The neighborhood is quite upscale, with good landscaping and infrastructure.
As I stepped out of the gate, a figure suddenly erged from the greenery, startling .
I looked carefully and wasn’t surprised; it was still Adrian Gordon.
"Lily, it’s ." Seeing that I got scared, Adrian Gordon quickly greeted .
I glared at him, not wanting to pay him any attention, and walked away.
But he turned around and forcefully pulled , holding tightly in his arms.
"Lily, I’m wrong, could you give one more chance? I love you, I really can’t lose you. Considering our six years together, please give one last chance..."
He hugged tightly, rushing to express his passionate feelings, refusing to let go of no matter how much I struggled or hit him.
I felt utterly uncomfortable, as if he was covered in thorns; all I wanted was to get away. Out of options, I stomped hard on his foot, causing him to hiss in pain. Seizing the opportunity, I pushed him away.
"Adrian Gordon, do you find this disgusting? Do you think what you did is forgivable?" I asked in a lowered voice, my face fierce.
However, he shalessly replied, "You can punish for a lifeti, as long as we don’t get divorced."
I turned my head away, scoffing, "You got it wrong. If I reconcile with you, the punishnt is mine because every second I see you is unbearable."
I turned to leave again when he suddenly raised his voice to ask, "Are you with Daniel Carter?"
I paused and glared at him, hadn’t replied yet, he continued, "Last night I was waiting for you in the club lobby and saw Daniel Carter picking you up. He stayed at your place all night, you two..."
His words paused, his face particularly humble and indignant.
I understood his aning, so I turned around, crossed my arms, and smiled lightly, "What do you want to ask? If we slept together? We did. So what? Not only did we sleep together, but we did it many tis. Daniel Carter is not only handso, with a good physique, but also strong and good to —I really regret not eting him sooner, otherwise, you wouldn’t even stand a chance."
Adrian Gordon’s face grew darker as I spoke, becoming increasingly intense.
His emotions were heavily suppressed, and once I stopped talking, he spoke tightening his voice, "We were together for six years, and you never gave —now you turn around and sleep with a man you’ve only known for a few days. Lily Miller, are you cheap? Didn’t you say you’re not vain and materialistic?"
"Adrian Gordon, we were together for six years, you were sick for five. With that feeble body of yours, it’s fortunate you can still breathe, yet you want to talk about matters between n and won?" I rcilessly mocked him back.
Adrian Gordon’s face grew even gloomier, his eyes staring at , fists clenched tightly, as if wanting to make a move.
I glanced at his fists, instinctively guarded, "If you’re really a man, don’t harass again."
Saying this, I turned around and walked toward the parking lot.
Behind , his undesired warning rang out, "Lily Miller, I won’t agree to the divorce! I won’t let you be with that Daniel!"
I couldn’t be bothered replying, reaching my car and opening the door to sit inside.
The engine had just started when the car parked next to suddenly also started up.
I was startled, turning my head to see there were people inside the car.
Frowning slightly, I thought about being seen while arguing with Adrian Gordon, feeling a bit unsettled.
However, thinking it over, nobody knew each other anyway, even if that person heard , as long as I wasn’t embarrassed, it was them who would be.
While I was ntally chaotic, that car had already driven away, forcing Adrian Gordon to take a few steps back.
I hurriedly slid out of the parking spot, following the car as we left.
In front was a Bentley luxury car with a striking license plate, 66688.
I mulled over it, hoping the Bentley was well-insulated and the owner inside hadn’t heard my conversation with Adrian Gordon.
But there’s a saying: "Things don’t go as planned" —
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