Looking at the unsimilar food in front of me, I pursed my lips and called the waiter again, “Please give me a normal burger with a diet cola.”
Hearing that, Juan's eyes flashed with surprise, “You don't like these dishes?”
Yes, I could not eat spicy food. I had had a bad stomach since I was a child and could not eat spicy food.
But every time I always endured it in order to cater to his taste and curiosity in every new menu.
I vaguely remembered the first time I ate out with him.
That day he got the collaboration he was dreaming of and happily treated me to spicy food.
I could not bear to spoil his mood, so I ate with him.
That night I was rushed to the hospital with a stomach ulcer.
And every time he came to my house for dinner, the nanny at home always cooked two of the same dishes. One spicy, one not spicy.
However, after so many years, he still had not discovered it.
That shows if his heart was really not with me.
‘Juan, since you don’t love me, then I don’t want to love you anymore,’ I thought.
I poured a cola into my glass full of ice and said, “I have a bad stomach and cannot eat spicy food.”
As I said that, he was typing on his phone and nodded perfunctorily in response to my words.