Lisa angrily threw a cup of coffee, nearly driving herself mad with rage. Her beautiful face was distorted with anger. This was not the result she wanted! The photos were taken by her, and the woman in the photos was also her. Shouldn’t she be the one in the advantageous position? How did Agnes end up stealing her thunder? She was truly awake now!
In the elevator going up to the company, Agnes stood alone in the relatively small space. As she looked at the gradually increasing numbers, her vision blurred. Her nose tingled with a sour sensation, and she couldn’t help but let tears accumulate in her eyes, though she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
The moment she walked into the office, her emotions started to collapse, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face, despite her efforts to control her feelings. Throughout the workday, she felt distracted and as if she were merely enduring. Her heart ached intensely, and longing began to overflow.
She loved him and was always on the verge of breaking down because she didn’t know how to handle this relationship. After work, Agnes walked home under the streetlights, accompanied by a gentle evening breeze… without any mood to appreciate the scenery along the way. She felt incredibly sad and just wanted to walk alone.
She didn’t believe Lisa’s words, but it was a fact that Lisa appeared by Mr. Kitten’s side. She missed him terribly… and was also very jealous of her. In the photo, Lisa was smiling broadly as she handed him a thermos bowl; she must have made soup for him. Did he drink it? Did he drink it with her?
The more Agnes thought about it, the more obsessed she became. Several times she picked up her phone, wanting to send him a message but not knowing what to say… after all, he hadn’t reached out to her either. Every time she opened their chat window, she felt at a loss for words. Whenever she sent a message and didn’t get a reply, she desperately wanted to retract it.
When she finally got home, Agnes tried to collect her thoughts. She didn’t even eat dinner and just wanted to lie down and sleep. But once in bed, she couldn’t fall asleep and kept tossing and turning. Struggling to resist the urge to contact him, she picked up her phone and posted something after much deliberation-
She wrote-
“It’s late at night; let’s leave the stories in yesterday…”
She attached a picture of a cute girl smiling, avoiding a melancholic tone. She feared he would see it but also feared he wouldn’t.
As long as someone is in your heart, most posts are probably for them anyway? So she waited, hoping he would interact.
Five minutes passed, and Jane Auntie’s message came through: “Bubu, what’s wrong? Are you unhappy?”
Seeing this line of text, Agnes didn’t know how to respond for a moment. After thinking for a while, she replied: “It’s just a script line; I’m fine.”
A little later, she added: “Why are you still awake so late?”
Jane no longer insisted on being called ‘Mom’ because she knew about the fake engagement but liked this girl very much and wanted to develop their relationship slowly.
They chatted for a bit through messages before Jane called her son and said to Tom, “The young lady is feeling down; don’t you think you have some responsibility?”
“What happened?” Tom had just finished his work.
“Son, no matter how busy you are, you need to find time to comfort her. Your grandmother went to see her today, and she’s been helping you deal with everything.”
After saying this, Jane hung up the phone.
Tom Fritz held his phone in deep thought before opening WhatsApp and clicking on their chat window. Calculating the time difference, he sent a few words: “Are you awake?”