Chapter 1323: Chapter 1323
When she woke up, the car had already stopped.
Jane McCain opened her eyes, feeling that the surroundings were familiar. She tried to observe for a while and discovered she was on a small road outside her community’s courtyard.
The time was eleven thirty at night. Jane McCain remained silent, realizing she had slept through the entire journey.
In the cold season, after eating to fullness and curling up in a warm, enclosed environment, coupled with soothing music, it’s really easy to feel drowsy.
Allen Rivera saw that she was awake and said, “Quickly go inside, rest early, don’t lie in bed playing on your phone, it’s bad for your eyes.”
As always, he was gentle and considerate, yet his tone was indifferent and distant, leaving Jane McCain unable to grasp what he was thinking.
She got out of the car, feeling muddled, her actions hesitant.
Today… they hadn’t talked about anything, so what about the breakup?
She instinctively turned to look at him.
Allen Rivera seemed to know what she wanted to ask and said faintly, “I’m tired today.”
Indeed, driving for such a long time is exhausting, and he’s always accustomed to sleeping at ten o’clock on time, so he must be very tired now.
Jane McCain found his words reasonable, and thus said nothing, slowly got out of the car, and walked into the community.
After returning home, she couldn’t help but walk to the window and gaze out, wanting to see if he had left, but with the garden’s viewing trees and the dim light, it was really hard to see clearly.
The feeling was one of melancholy and loss.
She wasn’t very resilient, easily swayed, and could be brought to delight easily, but clearly, Allen had no intention of coaxing her.
The first impression Allen gives is cold, and the word “cold” usually pairs with “proud.”
Because beneath a cold face, there often lies an arrogant heart.
Precisely because of this arrogance, many things are disregarded, not worth saying or doing. Always calm and composed, while handling everything in an orderly fashion, he also gives off a sense of indifference, standing aloof from worldly affairs.
Such a person, it’s hard to make him relent.
Jane McCain felt a bit disappointed that she wasn’t the one to make him break the rule.
She also understood that this bit of disappointment was somewhat pretentious, but isn’t that what women are like? Once in love, pretentiousness tends to grow day by day. Clearly, she can carry a bucket of water upstairs in one go yet gets angry because her boyfriend won’t help her open the bottle cap.
Falling in love is roughly a process of falling ill.
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On the second day, around four or five in the afternoon, Allen Rivera came to the company to find Jane McCain.
Nothing was discussed yesterday, so continuing today makes sense.
Why go to such a far-off place?
—Because he hoped to spend a little more time with you in the final moments.
Why wasn’t there good communication during dinner?
—Because the hot pot restaurant was noisy, talking required practically shouting to be heard clearly.
Why not continue the conversation on the way home?
—Because he said chatting distracts him while driving at night, which is dangerous. Indeed, it makes sense.
Since they couldn’t talk, she might as well sleep, as she was already drowsy.
Opening her eyes again, she was home. Allen said, “You’re home, hurry and take a shower, the smell is quite strong.”
Her whole body was covered in the smell of hot pot.
She lowered her head and silently smelled her own hair; the sweet floral fragrance of the shampoo had disappeared, leaving only the complex scent of freshly sliced lamb, garlic, sesame oil, green onions, cilantro, Sichuan peppercorns, and more, lingering persistently.
This is absolutely intolerable.
Jane McCain didn’t even say goodbye, rushing home to take a shower at lightning speed.
Then, it was the third day.
In the afternoon of the third day, the assistant walked into her office, handed her some files, and said smilingly, “Sister Shirley knows you have dinner with your boyfriend every day, so she deliberately moved the regular meeting up by half an hour. Isn’t she considerate?”
Jane McCain froze for a moment, then sat alone in the office, lost in thought for a long time…
Yes, with such eating habits, how is it different from before breaking up?