My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 93

Sean seemed to have thought of something and quickly pulled out a red velvet box from his pocket.

I frowned, already guessing what it was.

Sure enough, the box opened to reveal a shiny diamond ring, resting in the sponge.

Sean looked at me nervously, his expression unusually serious, his voice trembling.

"Hannah, I'm making up for the proposal I owe you."

"It may be simpler than your last grand setup, but I can make it up."

"I can make it up."

"Hannah, give me a chance, okay?"

I glanced at the ring, slowly extended my hand, and with a "click," closed the box.

"No."

"I don't want it."

I reached for the car door handle, paused for a moment before pulling it.

After thinking for a second, I looked up at Sean.

"Sean, I've already given you my sincere heart."

"I was once truly, deeply in love with you."

"But… you never had sincerity, nor did you want mine."

"Time has passed, and some things, once missed, are gone for good."

"Things that you could have gotten without any effort at the time, once you turn back, even if you bet your whole life, they can never come back."

Sean's eyes were completely red.

Panicking, he tried to reach out to hug me, but I had already opened the door and stepped out.

My phone in my pocket had been vibrating for a while.

I pulled it out and saw "Assassin" flashing on the WhatsApp call. I couldn't help but laugh.

Oh, I forgot to mention.

Gerald's WhatsApp nickname is his own real name.

So after adding him, I never bothered to change the contact name.

I smiled, "Good morning, Mr. Assassin."

Sean, who had chased me out of the car, abruptly stopped in his tracks.

His eyes were filled with hurt, disbelief written all over his face as he stared at me.

Gerald, on the other end, was completely unaware and chuckled lightly.

"Oh? Did you figure it out right away? Looks like Miss Lawrence didn't save my contact."

"I could save it now, but..." I raised an eyebrow at Sean, "You'll have to come pick me up first. There's an ex who needs you to take care of."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line.

Then, the voice quickly turned cold.

"On my way."

The call ended. I looked at Sean, whose face had turned pale, and tilted my head, smiling.

"Maybe, if you really had feelings for me,

"Your mood right now should be the same as mine when I saw you kissing that woman on the day you proposed to me."

"How does it feel? Happy?"

That jealousy, that jealousy, that sadness, the helplessness.

That feeling of collapsing despair from losing everything in an instant.

Happy?

"Sean, that wound from that day will always lie between us."

"Even if we're together every day after this, no matter how much you try to make up for it, how sweet you are,

"That fear of being betrayed, abandoned, will always be in my heart."