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Chapter 9
Angelo stood outside Miley’s apartment building, holding a velvet box in his hand.
He opened the box, it was the diamond necklace he had Priscilla help pick out. The sun was shining brightly today, making the diamond pendant sparkle.
He stared at the pendant for a few seconds, suddenly remembering Priscilla’s eyes going from hopeful to disappointed and indifferent when he said, “I know you don’t like it, so I’m asking for your help to try it on.”
He gripped the box tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
Buy her another one when you go back.
He rang the doorbell.
When Miley opened the door, her eyes lit up and she smiled as if she had been expecting it.
She was wearing a light–colored dress, her hair loosely tied up, looking gentle and harmless.
“Angelo?” She blinked, “How did you get here?”
Angelo paused for a moment and finally just said, “I didn’t say I’d go
with you today to find inspiration.”
Miley nodded with a smile, unaware of his concerns, “I almost forgot, wait here, I’ll change my shoes.”
Angelo gripped the steering wheel, with Miley’s excited voice in his ear. In the past, he would patiently agree, but today, for some reason, he felt heavy–hearted, making it hard for him to catch his breath.
They went to the botanical garden in the suburbs.
The autumn sun shone through the leaves and dappled the ground. Miley walked beside him, occasionally pointing out a plant and explaining softly.
She minored in horticulture in college, and she really knows her stuff when talking about it.
Angelo gradually relaxed.
At noon, they had lunch at the restaurant in the park. Miley specifically ordered his favorite dish and also got a bottle of red wine.
“You were in a bad mood today,” she poured him a drink, sounding confident.
Angelo looked up at her and asked, “Is it that obvious?”
“When you frown, there will be a faint line here.” She reached out, her fingertips stopping an inch away from his brow, then casually pulled back, “It’s been like this since college.”
He was slightly taken aback.
After Miley said this, his first reaction in his mind was, “Priscilla has said the same thing before.”
Angelo’s hand tightened slightly, the knife and fork sliding in the plate, making a faint sound.
Miley acted like she didn’t hear.
In the afternoon, they went to see a movie.
In the dark, Miley’s hand quietly covered his, fingertips slightly cold, Angelo hesitated for a moment, gently holding back.
That necklace seemed to have absorbed his body temperature, but he never found the right time to give it away.
When the movie ended, it was already dark outside.
Miley suggested going to a nearby bar for a drink, Angelo was a bit distracted, he unconsciously nodded in agreement.
In the bar restroom, he washed his face with cold water. When he looked up, the reflection in the mirror showed his eyes looking dull and unclear.
What was he doing?
Today was supposed to be a rare date with Miley, but all he could think about was Priscilla’s figure.
I’m going crazy…
He wiped the water stains off his face, about to push the door open, when he heard Miley’s voice not far away.
She seemed to be on the phone, her tone completely different from just now.
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“Don’t worry, he doesn’t know anything… Those fans did a good job, just want Priscilla to taste the taste of being cyberbullied… Yeah, keep inciting, better make her not even dare to go out the door…”
Angelo’s body stiffened, and his blood slowly turned cold.
When he approached, Miley had just hung up the phone. She looked a bit flustered for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.
“Have you been waiting for a long time?” she asked with a smile.
Angelo stared at her, his voice low: “Were you the one who arranged for those fans to attack Priscilla?”
Miley’s smile didn’t change, “Angelo, what are you talking about?”
“I heard it,” he took a step forward, his aura so intimidating, “Those rumors, you set them up…and you even wanted to cyberbully her.”
“Priscilla didn’t have any grudges against you, she even helped with your case. Why did you do this?”
Miley’s face changed and she looked upset, saying, “Angelo, did you hear wrong? How could I do such a thing?”
“That’s enough,” he interrupted her, taking out the necklace from his pocket and placing it on the table. “We both need to calm down.”
Miley looked at him in disbelief, “Angelo, how could you not trust me, we’ve known each other for so long…”
She wanted to hold the hand of the person in front of her as she spoke.
Angelo turned around and left.
When I got home, the apartment was pitch black.
He turned on the light and found Priscilla’s slippers neatly placed at the door, and her coat was not on the hanger.
She hasn’t come back yet.
Angelo stood in the empty living room, suddenly feeling very tired. He turned off his phone, flopped onto the sofa, and closed his eyes.
Chapter 9
