Chapter 17

I added the doctor’s WeChat, but he hadn’t accepted it for a long time. Frustrated, I decided to take a walk downstairs.

As soon as I stepped out, I saw Sophia Martinez sitting beside Liam Evans, crying with tears streaming down her face.

Liam Evans remained as expressionless as ever.

I couldn’t quite describe how I felt, so I opened the door to leave.

“Where are you going?” Liam Evans spoke up.

I never expected that at this moment, he would still have the leisure to pay attention to me.

“Downstairs.” I changed my shoes and turned to head downstairs.

But to my surprise, he got up and followed me.

Even more absurd, Sophia Martinez followed too.

Thus, in the elevator, the three of us remained silent, the atmosphere unbearably awkward.

Once out of the elevator, I asked him quietly, “Why are you following me?”

He glanced down at me, hesitant to speak, “You don’t know?”

I was really at a loss with him; his girlfriend was crying behind him, and yet he dared?

“Aren’t you going to comfort her?” I felt guilty even just taking a walk.

He didn’t speak, just stared at me, “Don’t you need someone to comfort you?”

I: …

“Stop saying things like that. She’s your fiancée,” I reminded him.

“Who agreed?” he retorted.

How was I supposed to know what was going on between him and her?

After a while, he sighed, “Give me some time.”

“Stay away from me,” I didn’t want to be ambiguous with him in such a situation.

He stood there, motionless, staring at me blankly.

“Liam Evans, wait for me, I can’t keep up,” Sophia Martinez hurriedly caught up, her eyes swollen from crying.

“Who told you to follow?” Jiang’s temper evidently flared up, his tone cold, causing the young girl to burst into tears again.

I couldn’t stand it anymore and shouted at him, “Why are you being so harsh?”

He froze there, his usually expressionless face showing a rare hint of anger, looking at me as if I owed him something.

“Don’t argue because of me, Liam Evans, don’t ignore me, I can handle anything,” Sophia Martinez walked over to tug at his clothes, but he evaded her mercilessly.

“Don’t bother me. Your agreement is your agreement; no one can make decisions for me. How many times do I have to say it?” He lost patience, threw down these words, and turned to leave.

It was the first time I saw him angry.

“Sister…” Sophia Martinez threw herself into my arms, trembling with sobs, leaving me awkwardly standing there, too embarrassed to push her away.

After crying for a while, she finally lifted her head from my embrace and told me a lot, making my mind buzz.

“Even if it’s a family alliance, you don’t have to follow their arrangements. Nowadays, people marry for love,” I summarized.

“But I like him, I’ve liked him since I was young. My biggest dream is to marry him,” she said, as if under a spell.

I was speechless.

“Does he like you?” I couldn’t help but ask.

I knew I asked this question with a personal motive.

“Does it matter?” She, who had been crying, suddenly smiled, “He’ll be mine eventually.”

Well, she was certainly confident.

“But he’s a person, if he doesn’t want to…”

“How do you know he doesn’t want to?” She cut me off before I could finish.

“His family begged me to get engaged to him,” she looked at me proudly.

I was taken aback.

“Then I wish you happiness,” I had nothing else to say.

Maybe I didn’t understand how these rich second generations were like ancient princes and princesses, still tools for alliances.

I ignored her and went home alone, feeling gloomy.