Love Died on Valentine's Day novel Chapter 5

From boarding the plane to getting off, Manuela's phone lit up countless times.

I knew that while she was with me, her heart was back in her company, with that young intern.

At twenty-two years old, tall and handsome, he was in his prime. This piece of meat was indeed delicious.

I had no great hope for her, but I thought she would at least last two days.

But I overestimated her.

On the night we got to the hotel, we had just put down our luggage.

She answered a call, and her eyes turned red with anxiety.

I knew what was going on, but I asked anyway, "What's wrong?"

She pouted, apologetic, and pulled at my sleeve. "Honey, I'm so sorry. There was a huge mistake on the project I'm responsible for. If I don't fix it, I might get fired, so…"

I looked at her silently, and she lowered her head, unable to meet my gaze.

After a long pause, I sighed, "Okay, go back. Work is important."

Hearing me say yes, she was overjoyed and forgot herself. She cupped my face and tried to kiss me on the lips again, but I dodged.

My heart ached more than anything. This little bit of pain meant nothing.

But I did let out some frustration. I even thought, I've lived such a pathetic life. I should just let myself be beaten to death.

The woman looked at me with a complex expression, hesitating for a moment before saying softly, "You’re from Los Angeles, right? I am too. Can I travel with you on the rest of your trip?”

I rubbed my swollen lip, indifferent.

“Suit yourself. I’m going to Emerald Lake tomorrow. If you’re coming with me, meet me in the lobby at 6:30 in the morning."

She nodded eagerly, and her smile shone like moonlight.