Chapter 519 The End
Love was sweet, but life was real. The kind of emotion that remained unchanged under the grind of ordinary life was the true belonging.
The past between Ryan and Grace was just superficial affection. When it came to living together, everyone wanted the other to contribute while they enjoy the benefits. How could there be no conflicts?
After all, there won't be another foolish woman like me who devotes herself entirely to Ryan, treating him as her everything.
Of course, this was Ryan's own choice, and he should bear the consequences.
I heard that Grace's family was quite wealthy, and their engagement probably has something to do with that.
It's funny to think that Ryan and I dated for five years, and the day we discussed marriage was the first time I met his parents.
Before that, I had suggested visiting his family many times, but he always coldly refused. When I asked why, he said it wasn't necessary, that his family didn't care about such things.
Looking back now, it wasn't that his family didn't care, but that they didn't care about me. Or rather, in those five years, Ryan never thought about having a future with me.
After all, he never included me in his plans for the future.
Now, I'm very grateful that he didn't make any promises to me and left me on the day we discussed marriage. Otherwise, if I had married him and then discovered these issues, it wouldn't have been as simple as just saying goodbye.
Finally, after finishing my training, I was assigned to the Regalia police department, becoming an official police officer. Although I don't have an official rank yet, I believe I'll get there eventually.
After getting off the plane, I went straight to Jane's house. Brad had already returned. I packed my things and, despite Jane's pleas, rushed to the dormitory assigned to me by the police department.
I've troubled her too much already, and now that her boyfriend is back, I can't disturb them any longer.
Just as I finished unpacking and was about to make some instant noodles to feed my empty stomach, my phone rang.
"Amelia, I'm downstairs at your dorm. Can you come down? I have something to talk to you about."
The number was unfamiliar, but the tone and voice unmistakably belonged to Ryan.
He probably still thinks that as long as he speaks, I'll listen and go down to talk to him.
I really wanted to throw my phone away and continue with my noodles, but then I remembered that I'm a police officer now. I was worried he might pester me like before and affect my work.
So, I put down the noodle cup, grabbed my coat, and prepared to go down and make things clear.
After all, between him and me, it was just one-sided love and indifference. There was no deep-seated hatred. And since we're both in Regalia, we're bound to run into each other. There's no need to act like enemies.
Moreover, he was the one at fault. Why should I be the one hiding?
Besides, he was already engaged to Grace. I didn't think he's here just to end things with me.
As I was putting on my shoes, he sent another message, "Amelia, I'll wait here forever. If you don't come down, I won't leave."
It was a clear threat. I wanted to be stubborn and not go down, but then I thought if I went this time, it would be easier for me in the future. So, I suppressed my frustration.
When I walked out of the complex, I saw Ryan sitting dejectedly on the curb across the street, his expression unclear.
I walked closer and stopped a few steps away from him.
He quickly looked up, "Amelia, you're here."
He immediately stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into his arms. His head rested against my cheek, kissing my hair repeatedly, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Amelia. Everything in the past was my fault. I'll accept whatever you do, as long as you don't leave me. Amelia, promise me, don't leave me."
"Ryan, we've been broken up for over six months," I reminded him helplessly.
"No, I don't want to break up, Amelia. I don't want to break up. It's my fault. I was wrong. Blame it all on me. Don't leave me. Forgive me. Give me another chance," he rambled in a panic.
His embrace was as cold and hard as before, with an added unfamiliar perfume scent that I particularly disliked, making me want to vomit.
After all this time, what does he want by doing this?
If he had shown this kind of behavior right after we broke up, I might have given him another chance.
But after more than six months, I've moved on from that hurt. Now he comes back to bother me. What does he want?
A wave of helplessness washed over me.
"Let's talk inside. It's too cold out here." I pushed him away and walked ahead.
Without the perfume scent, my mind cleared up a lot.
Ryan, no longer his arrogant self, followed me obediently without saying a word.
I took out my key, opened the dorm door, and stepped aside, "Please come in."
The police department's accommodations were excellent, with single apartments that had a bedroom, living room, and bathroom.
With no one else around, it was easier to talk.
He silently took off his shoes. Not finding any men's slippers, he didn't fuss and walked in barefoot, sitting in a corner of the sofa.
Only then did I realize how disheveled he looked.
Whether it was his impatience or the cold wind outside, his hair was a mess. Under his coat was a gray suit, wrinkled at the collar, with his shirt collar unbuttoned.
In my memory, Ryan was always impeccably dressed. Though he did little himself, he always demanded that I keep him neat and tidy.
The last time we met, he looked much better. How did he become so disheveled in less than a month?
It was clear he wasn't doing well, not well at all.
Out of politeness, I said, "Please," which successfully made Ryan's face turn pale.
Standing in the middle of my dorm, he looked around, and for some reason, a smile appeared in his eyes.
Sitting on the small sofa, he looked at me seriously and said, "Amelia, you really surprised me. I thought you were just angry for a while, but I didn't expect you to really leave me and never plan to come back."
When I said we were breaking up, how could I possibly come back the next day?
I didn't want to respond to his words, so I directly asked, "I heard you're engaged to Grace. How's that going? Are you happy?"
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