I was stunned and didn't feel right explaining this to him, so I asked the question that concerned me the most.
"When did you start dating?"
Henry turned around, a hint of an unnatural expression on his face.
"It has nothing to do with you. Anyway, I don't love you anymore, so what's the point of asking this?"
I was going to tell Henry that I deliberately returned to take a look after sending off the client, and I happened to see the girl getting into another man's car.
However, seeing Henry's attitude, there was no way he would believe me even if I said so.
I sighed.
The man I had raised for eight years was finally taken by another woman.
Henry didn't know why I sighed. He thought I was reluctant to let go, so he hesitated for a moment and said, "Evelyn, you probably haven't been in that situation. My face blushes and my heart races when I see that girl. I'm happy doing anything with her and feel like I want to be with her for the rest of my life."
I smiled helplessly.
Why didn't I meet one? How could I have kept him for eight years without a second thought if this weren't how I felt when I met him?
But he didn't feel that way about me.