I slowly stood up and took a deep breath. "Because I proposed to break up with him. After thinking about it carefully, I found that we were not meant for each other. I'm sorry, we have broken up, and I can't take care of you anymore. You'd better hire a caretaker as soon as possible."
After saying that, I grabbed my bag and turned to leave.
I walked out of the ward and took out my mobile phone to have a look.
The message I sent Mathew was half an hour ago. I asked him when he would be back.
I didn't receive any reply.
I felt so stuffy that I found it hard to breathe.
After being stunned for a few seconds, I sent another message.
In a concise manner, I broke up with him.
But this time, he replied in an instant.
But there was only a question mark.
I glanced at it and turned a blind eye to it.
Since I had broken up with him, there was no need for me to stay at his place any longer.
I quickly packed up and moved out.
He bought the house after being with me. The interior decoration was done according to my preferences.
It was no exaggeration to say that every corner of the house was my work.
Unfortunately, the house wasn't mine.