Chapter 1389: Chapter 1389: Clyde Summers Got Dumped
Without suspense, Clyde Summers got dumped.
Hardly any girl can accept a minor as her boyfriend, unless she is a minor herself.
Especially when the times are still not so open, and Atra Blanc herself is quite traditional... In short, Atra Blanc absolutely could not accept this reality.
This is truly a dark day.
Mother died seriously ill, aunt went far away, and the most intimate lover left was all fake from start to finish!
Now, young masters from wealthy families all play like this? Pretending to be a third-rate movie theater boss, tricking girls into dating?
Atra Blanc was too hurt, no matter how Clyde Summers coaxed her, she still walked away angrily.
The next day after work, Clyde Summers came to the hospital to block her again.
Seeing his face now, Atra Blanc was both angry and sad, she ignored him and walked straight ahead with a stern face.
Clyde Summers caught up and grabbed her arm.
Atra Blanc shook him off, "What are you doing?!"
"I have something to say to you."
"I don’t want to listen!"
She hurried forward, but after a few steps was caught by Clyde Summers again, struggling, but couldn’t break free this time.
"Don’t you have any shame?!" she glared angrily, "Don’t tug me on the street!"
Clyde Summers wasn’t looking good either, "My wife has run away, why do I need shame? It’s just a warm face against a cold butt!"
"You’re vulgar!" Atra Blanc said through reddened eyes.
"Are all women like you, flipping face faster than flipping pages? Yesterday you talked to me shyly and blushed, today you point at me saying I’m vulgar, why didn’t you find me vulgar before?"
Clyde Summers, still young and impetuous, couldn’t stand being dumped and grinding patiently; he felt aggrieved and angry!
Clyde Summers pulled at his shirt collar and showed Atra Blanc—
"Who sewed the button for me? You were so gentle back then, sewing clothes for me, cooking for me, reminding me to wear more when it got cold, and now because of a few years’ age difference, you turn your back on me, is that it? Who actually deceived whom between us? I think you’re the one who deceived me! A female liar who tricked me emotionally!"
Atra Blanc couldn’t argue with him and broke down crying on the street! She crouched down, covering her face and sobbed uncontrollably.
Clyde Summers tried to pull her up, but she refused.
"Want me to carry you?" he threatened.
Atra Blanc had no choice but to stand up while covering her eyes, letting him pull her along...
They walked all the way to the grassy slope by the riverbank.
She sat down, still covering her eyes, tears streaming down through her fingers.
Clyde Summers forcibly opened her hand and wiped her tears with his jacket sleeve, his strength too much, the fabric too rough, making her cheeks sting painfully, causing more tears to flow.
Clyde Summers, annoyed, took off his jacket in frustration and hurled it away.
"Is it so important to be three years younger?!" he felt aggrieved, "You can accept someone two years younger, but not five years younger?!"
Atra Blanc cried, "Fifteen isn’t even an adult!"
"You’ve only been an adult for two years, barely proud of it," Clyde Summers said, "I think your mental age isn’t even as mature as me at fifteen."
"Not as mature as you, but still, I’m an adult! An adult!"
"Being an adult is so great? It’s only three years! Three years later, I’ll be an adult too, what’s the big deal?"
Atra Blanc furiously stood up, with tear marks on her face, "Yeah, nothing difficult, then come find me in three years!"
Turning to leave, Clyde Summers held her wrist, "Without finishing the conversation, why are you leaving again?"
"What’s there to say?" she lowered her head, watching tears fall into the grass at her feet, "If people find out, what would they say about us? My family won’t agree, your family won’t agree, you’re so muddleheaded..."
Clyde Summers’ face turned ugly, "Did I make you feel embarrassed?"
Atra Blanc didn’t answer, pulling her wrist out of his grip, she left without a word...