Cindy looked at me with a sad feeling when asking this question.

I froze, "why do I hate you?"

"Um." Cindy was sorry, "I know about you and Sean. You were together before, then you broke up, and the family arranged that I marry him."

"What does that have to do with you?"

I lowered my head and took a sip of coffee in front of me. I thought about it and asked her, "How did Sean tell you about me and him?"

"About you?"

"Yes."

I nodded and looked straight at Cindy.

Cindy nodded slightly. "He said he was with you and your sister. That is what his grandpa meant." Speaking of this, Cindy seemed to see that my expression was not good, and immediately explained, "But he said that you are not the same as your sister. You are very nice and kind, so he has been reluctant to hurt you..."

"He was reluctant to hurt me?"

I even thought it was funny to hear that!

It was clear that I tried to escape over and over again, but Sean found me again and again to make me stay with him.

And then he hurt me again and again.

"Miss Carter, please don't misunderstand Sean. Sean is very good. He really doesn't want to hurt you, including your disfigurement. He also blame himself, so he hasn't been able to tell you about me and him."

Cindy looked at me with a sincere look.

To make myself more disappointed, I asked Cindy, "Is Miss Lewis going to marry him?"

"Well..." Cindy took the bag from the side and handed me a pink and white card. "Actually, Sean knew I was coming to see you today, so he told me to give you this."

I looked down. It was a wedding card.

There was a wedding photo of Sean and Cindy on it.

"Ah..." At that moment, my heart seemed to be gripped by a hand.

In order to prevent tears from falling, I bite my lips and pinched my palms with my nails.

I can't cry.

I can't cry.

I can't cry.

I kept telling myself.

After trying to control my emotions, I reluctantly said, "Congratulations."

"Miss Carter, I know you are upset. I am sorry." Cindy took out a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Sean and I have known each other for so many years that we are more like family members, but we can not break it because our families let us get married/"

"Well, I know, it is all right."

"I am sorry."

Cindy looked at me with a sorry expression.

My hand was holding my wedding invitation, but I didn't even have the courage to open it. I couldn't help asking, "Miss Cindy, no matter what relationship you have with Mr. Jessop, don't you mind my existence?"

"Me?" Cindy froze, then smiled. "It's false to say that it doesn't matter. Anyway, how could I not mind that my future husband liked another person?"

"Don't worry. He doesn't like me."

I said bitterly.

"Why? You guys have been together for so long. Why didn't he like you?" Cindy looked down and took a sip of coffee in front of her. "I said he didn't want to hurt you. Actually, I understand that he just can't let you go."

"It's not fair to both of us and it's even more unfair to you."

All of a sudden, I felt Cindy was more pathetic than me.

I will probably never have anything to do with Sean in my life, at least for the rest of my life.

And Cindy was with him forever.

If I changed our positions, I can't stand it.

Cindy listened to me and smiled. "No way. As the daughter of the Lewis Group, this is my mission. Luxurious living standards are not enjoyed in vain."

When it came to this, Cindy's cell phone rang.

She picked up the phone and said, "I am having coffee with June. Well, I gave it to her and she accepted and said congratulations."

Was that Sean?

Cindy hung up, looked at me with a sorry look and said, "Sean is going to pick me up. I am leaving first."

"Well, goodbye, Miss Lewis, and good luck."

That day, after Cindy left, I sat in the coffee shop for a long time.

I just sat there with my tears falling down.

I knew. This separation was permanent, right?

We will no longer had any connection as before.

It was getting late and I was urged to leave by the waiter.

I took the invitation, opened it, and saw the date.

January 16th. It was just over a month later.

It was Sean's 30th birthday, and before that, I had a special thought about how Sean would spend his special birthday.

Everything seemed superfluous now.

I returned home, and Daisy had cooked noodles. She saw me and held up the noodles on her chopsticks and asked, "Do you eat? The smell of vinegar pepper is so shocking."

"I am not hungry."

I was really not hungry.

After eating for a while, Daisy saw me sitting on the sofa in a daze and asked, "What is the matter?"

"Sean is getting married."

"What?"

Daisy's voice sounded like it was going to lift the roof.

"Well, on his birthday." I said as I took out the invitation from the bag and showed it to Daisy.

"This Cindy is that Sean's childhood sweetheart. It looks like she has a serious heart. Sean married her and it will not be fine." Daisy comforted me, "Sean is blind. Don't feel angry or sad. You'll get a good face in the future and Some good men will line up to marry you."

"Well, I'll consult a hospital again in a few days."

Cosmetic surgery was something that must be done, and my face must be restored before I can re-enter society.

Sean married Cindy. Their family was a good match.

Good.

Yeah, good.

I just didn't know why. When I thought about it, my heart aches, and I felt jealous that it shouldn't be.

Maybe what I needed was a proper break with him.

With that in mind, I found my cell phone in my bag, and I found Sean's number.

I sent a message. [Mr. Jessop, I need to talk to you. ]

It's been a long time since I finished sending the message.

He did not respond. I guessed Sean must have blackened me.

I just ate some instant noodles and removed my makeup to sleep.

When I was about to fall asleep in bed--

"I can stand behind you like a shadow chasing a light sleepwalker..."

I picked up my phone and put it in my ear and said, "Hello."

"It is me."

There was a husky voice from Sean over the phone.

I have not heard it for a while, but I felt like I have not heard it for a century!

I woke up instantly, glanced at the name on the phone, and made sure it was him before saying, "Sean."

"Well, do not you have something to tell me? Go ahead."

Sean's voice was faint and cold, and I did not know what his mood was at the moment.

Upset, or happy?

But that didn't matter anymore.

I squeezed the phone in my hand and said firmly, "Let's meet for the last time. I hope you can officially refuse me, and then tell me that you are getting married, and I wish you a happy wedding in person, and never see you again. Okay?"