But before I could speak, Rachel stood up first and said contemptuously, "I heard that you are my fiancé who loves me to death?"
Glancing at my simple clothes, she looked disgusted, "Without me, how can you live like this? Do you even worth to have me?"
Rachel was still the same Rachel, arrogant and invincible.
After five years of not seeing each other, when I was looking at the hidden pride between her eyebrows, I no longer had the initial throbbing. Only disgust remained.
I just got off the plane and haven't adjusted to the jet lag.
I came to this hotel because my daughter's favorite strawberry mousse was the only one here.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, she pulled Patrick's neck and gave him a short French kiss. When they pulled away, there was still a thread at the corners of their mouths.
"Rachel, if we do this, my brother will be heartbroken. I'd better leave."
He said this, but his feet didn't move at all. The bottom of her eyes looking at me were full of pride that she didn't bother to hide.
I pursed my lips, feeling physically uncomfortable.