Chapter 520 No Need to Trouble Yourself
I regretted it the moment I finished speaking.
What a question to ask. Looking at him, he didn't seem to be associated with happiness, yet I asked anyway. It was like mocking him for not doing well.
The truth is, I didn't mean it that way.
Of course, knowing he was not doing well did give me some peace of mind.
Hearing my question, Ryan rarely looked awkward.
He cautiously observed my expression, "You heard about it too? Yes, I was planning to get engaged, but the night before the engagement, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you. At that moment, I realized, Amelia, you've been with me for so many years, and I've already fallen for you. I can't live without you, and I can't bear to see you leave. I ran away from the engagement because I don't want to be with anyone else but you."
My heart jolted, and my hand loosened, causing the water bottle I had just opened to fall to the ground with a splash.
No matter what, I never expected Ryan to say something like this to me.
It wasn't until I felt the wetness on my toes that I snapped back to reality. I ran to the bathroom to get a towel to soak up the water on the floor.
How could this be? It's been five years, and he never showed any signs of liking me. After Grace came back, he didn't even bother with his usual indifference towards me and just disappeared. It was normal for us not to see each other for a month or two.
This Ryan, who never had me in his heart, saying he likes me, isn't that a joke?
What I once longed for the most is now what I care the least about.
Ryan suddenly squatted in front of me, grabbing the hand I was using to wipe the floor with the towel. He lifted my chin with his other hand, his gaze sincere and passionate, "Amelia, I really have fallen for you, the kind of love that lasts a lifetime. So, come back to me. Let's reconcile. From now on, I will only love you, forever."
Five years, a whole five years.
I had fantasized about this scenario countless times, but I had never experienced it myself.
Instead, after more than half a year of breaking up, when I had almost removed Ryan from my heart, he said it.
The confession I had hoped for over five years finally came, but it was too late.
"Amelia, I promise you here and now, from now on, I will never see Grace again, not even have any contact with her. No matter how much her family or mine pressures me, I won't give in. I was too stupid. For five years, I didn't know who I truly liked, and as a result, I made you sad and disappointed. Amelia, I'll do anything, as long as you forgive me and don't leave me. Just stay by my side like before. I don't dare to hope you'll love me like before, but I will love you as you loved me. Give me a chance to make it up to you. Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone."
His voice was muffled, and a thin layer of tears appeared in his eyes, making him look a bit pitiful.
My heart ached, and scenes from the past flashed before my eyes again. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I forgot to pull my hand back.
"Amelia, I kept wondering why you suddenly didn't want me anymore. Now I finally found the answer. It was because of that dress, right? You always washed my clothes, but I never washed a single piece for you. When you were in pain during your period, I never helped you with the laundry. I was such a jerk. But I washed a dress for Grace. It was my fault. I wronged you. Amelia, from now on, I'll wash your clothes, only your clothes. And I'll cook for you every day, pack your lunch. I'll do everything, okay, Amelia?"
I let out a long breath, then pulled my hand back, looked him in the eye, and said calmly, "No need to trouble yourself."
Ryan stopped talking, seemingly not hearing what I said, and asked, "Amelia, what did you say?"
I stood up, expressionless, and took the towel back to the bathroom. Looking at him calmly, I said, "I said, no need to trouble yourself, Ryan. I can cook for myself. If I don't feel like cooking, there's a cafeteria at the police station with good food. As for the laundry, after I no longer had to hand wash your clothes until midnight, I found I had plenty of time to wash my own clothes clean. So, no need to trouble yourself. I can do everything myself."
"I can do it too, I can, Amelia. Don't be so quick to reject me." Ryan stood up, eagerly trying to hug me.
I took a step back, "I gave you countless chances, and I hoped and waited for you countless times, but you only ever gave me disappointment. Ryan, you don't understand. What I wanted wasn't your meals or a few pieces of laundry. I wanted you to choose me unwaveringly when faced with problems, to let me know that in these five years, I wasn't alone. But you never chose me, never."
That year on my birthday, I had told him days in advance that he would spend it with me. After dinner, we would go see a late-night movie with couple seats.
That day, I got up early to pick out clothes and do my makeup, preparing to dress up beautifully and happily spend my birthday with him.
For that day, I had bought a new dress in advance, waiting to wear it on my birthday to show him.
I had everything ready, and we were already in the car, driving far away.
Grace called, saying it was raining heavily where she was, the sky was dark and scary, she didn't have an umbrella, and there was no one at the school. She was scared.
Ryan hung up the phone and kicked me out of the car. No matter how I pleaded, he didn't look at me. He stepped on the gas and left, not even leaving my bag with me.
Grace was in college in the neighboring city. It wasn't a holiday or a public day off, so it was impossible for the school to be empty. She could have asked any classmate for an umbrella and gone back to her dorm.
But she called Ryan from hundreds of miles away.
And as soon as Ryan heard Grace was in trouble, he pushed me out of the passenger seat without a second thought, telling me to take a cab home.
But that day was my birthday, the birthday I had longed to spend with him!
Ryan didn't listen to anything. He grabbed my hand from the car window and flung it away, not caring if I got hurt from the fall, and left in a hurry.
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