Noting my gaze, he immediately moved away from Daisy, explaining nervously, "Daisy and I just happened to run into each other. We have nothing to do with each other."
He came over and wanted to hold my hand. "Laurel, are you still mad at me? I apologize for what happened last time. I spoke without thinking. Can you forgive me? Don't joke about canceling the wedding anymore."
I avoided his hand. I didn't believe a word he said. New York was a big city. If it wasn't intentional, two people could almost never meet each other. What was more, they looked so familiar with each other.
Perhaps in the past four years, Esmond had been meeting Daisy behind my back and complaining to her about my willfulness. Perhaps he'd even say to her that I was nothing compared to her.
Daisy was no better than Esmond. She had broken up with him, and she knew he had a new girlfriend, but she kept on having an affair with him. If she still loved him so much, why did they break up in the first place? Why did she let him waste my time? He was such a cheating womanizer!
"Esmond, are you this horny? You pounce at whatever woman you see no matter how lousy they are?"
I mocked both Esmond and Daisy.