Chapter 512 Someone Like You
"Anything that can be taken away doesn't belong to me. What belongs to me can't be taken away. So, what do I have to worry about? I just want you to save some money. It's not like I don't have space here. Why waste money?" Jane was still trying to convince me to stay.
I knew she was worried about me being lonely and living on my own. She wanted to spend more time with me.
But I needed to learn to be independent. Plus, my brother called yesterday and mentioned that life in Regalia was tough and that it might be better for me to come home. But Sunhaven was full of memories of Ryan, and I didn't want to be reminded of him. Besides, as Jane had said, there were more opportunities in Regalia. I had already decided to stay.
Starting a new life began with starting a new job.
I had been practicing martial arts since I was five, almost twenty years at that point, and I had won numerous awards. In terms of one-on-one combat, there weren't many who could match me. It would have been a shame not to put my skills to use.
My brother didn't say much about my plans; he just told me to do my best and not to shoulder everything alone. He and my parents would always support me.
After the call, I cried for a while.
Far away in a foreign land, I missed my family.
Although Ryan would never be a part of my life again, I still had so many people who loved me. I felt very fortunate.
I submitted my resume on the official website and didn't expect to get a response so quickly.
It was a job posting from the police department on the national talent network. Although the application requirements were very strict, I was strong and well-educated, and I received a response quickly. I would enter the interview process next week.
To be honest, I applied on a whim, as I didn't have any work experience.
But this reply gave me confidence.
After that, I visited Jane at Crystal House a few more times and met a guy named Adam.
He was very polite and humble, but his gaze always made me feel like he recognized me and was waiting for me to remember him.
"Amelia, don't you think Adam's gaze is a bit off?" Jane nudged me and pointed at Adam with her chin.
I instinctively looked over. Adam was lounging back with his hands clasped behind his head, chatting on the phone, a smile of pure joy lighting up his face.
The light gray tracksuit suited his complexion well.
When I looked over, he seemed to sense it and turned to nod at me.
I didn't expect Adam to catch me peeking at him. I quickly looked away and shook my head. I said, "I didn't notice anything."
That day, I had already spoken so harshly and even hit Ryan. Given Ryan's pride, I figured he would never show his face around me again.
But that was just my thought. Half a year after our breakup, Ryan began to show up frequently, almost as if he were obsessed.
Seeing him once could be a coincidence, twice might be fate, but three or four times? That felt intentional.
Regalia was so vast, with over three million people. Meeting every day couldn't have just been a coincidence.
Thanks to Jane's persistent persuasion, I temporarily didn't move out of her place.
One day, I saw Ryan smoking by the wall near Jane's apartment complex entrance again, and my indescribable annoyance reached its peak.He looked like a shadow of his former self. His clothes, once a perfect fit, now hung off him like they belonged to someone else. His clean-shaven jaw was now covered in stubble, and his cold eyes were filled with a sadness I couldn't quite place.
What was going on with him? Regret? Refusal to accept it was over?
Ryan had spent five years being cold and humiliating towards me, yet half a year after our breakup, he was waiting outside my apartment every day. I couldn't make sense of it.
In the five years we dated, he picked me up less than ten times.
But in less than half a month after our reunion, I saw Ryan almost every day.
He'd be waiting either at the apartment entrance or at the company entrance where I worked. Even when I went to see a movie alone out of boredom, I'd see him leaning against his car, staring deeply at the crowd exiting the theater.
I'm a straightforward person. If I love something, I invest wholeheartedly. If I don't, I let go completely.
Ryan's betrayal was so complete that I felt utterly disgusted. How could I possibly have anything to do with him again?
Ryan must have understood this, so he just watched from a distance and rarely came to disturb me.
Just when I thought life would go on like this, Ryan once again showed his shamelessness.
He stopped Jane and me late at night, insisting on explaining himself no matter what.
I wasn't interested in hearing his stories and didn't want to communicate with him, so I turned to walk around him and go home.
Unexpectedly, Ryan shamelessly grabbed me when I wasn't looking, pulling me into his arms and holding me tightly. His breath on my cheek and neck made me uncomfortable, quickly giving me goosebumps.
Ryan remarked, "Amelia, don't give up on me over something so trivial. Don't you remember our past? I don't believe you don't love me anymore. Come back, Amelia. If you turn back, I'll give you all my love. I'll only love you."
I couldn't help but laugh coldly.
How disgusting.
I had been harassed by Ryan for days, and I was already dizzy with annoyance. If it weren't illegal to kill someone, I would have beaten him to death.
Ryan held me tightly, refusing to let go. My anger boiled over. I half-turned, skillfully grabbed his arm, spun around, and delivered a solid kick to his back.
Ryan probably never believed that the girl who once loved him like a fool would hate him so much and beat him up.
The inertia made him stumble several steps forward before he could stand still. He turned around with a face full of disbelief, suppressing his embarrassment, and said, "Amelia, you hit me again. How could you bear to hit me?"
I couldn't help but laugh.
Who did Ryan think he was? Why would I have hesitated to hit him? If I wanted to hit him, I would have.
Besides, if he hadn't been asking for it, would I have wasted my energy?
"But how could you..." Ryan took a cautious step back, his eyes falling on the leg I had used to kick him.
Jane wasn't good at fighting, but she was great at arguing. She retorted, "But what? Amelia has been practicing martial arts since she was five. With someone like you, she could handle fifty of you without breaking a sweat. If you don't believe it, try again."
I rubbed my temples in frustration. "Ryan, we broke up half a year ago. You think of yourself as a dignified person, so at least have some decency. Stay away from me. I'm really annoyed," I said.
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