"It’s my birthday."
Julian’s hand froze mid-motion as he loosened his tie.
For the past fourteen years, he had never once forgotten my birthday.
Every year, he'd reserve a private room at the largest hotel in the city and invite my closest friends to celebrate with me.
But this year, he still needed to remember. He was too busy proposing to Jennie to remember me anymore.
He cleared his throat awkwardly and grabbed his phone before retreating into the study.
Half an hour later, Julian hurried downstairs. He carried a small cake and a meticulously wrapped gift box this time.
He unwrapped the cake, placed it before me and lit a candle.
"You know I don't eat cake, so I got a small one."
I tilted my head, almost amused.
"Is it pineapple?"
"Yeah, the clerk said this flavor has a great texture. Come on, make a wish. Whatever you wish for, I'll do my best to make it happen."
I stared at him, unmoving.
Seeing the confusion in his expression, I finally asked, "Julian, is there something you want to say to me?"
He paused for a moment, shaking his head with a gentle smile.
"No, why?"
I met Julian's sincere gaze and slowly closed my eyes.
Fine, Julian.