After Picking Up a Beautiful Man, We Fell in Love

Suddenly, tears fell from my eyes. My tears fell on Luke's arm, making him shake all over. He quickly stopped and asked me what was wrong. He acted as if he loved me very much. After that day, Luke seemed to become busier. At first, I was concerned about whether something happened in his company, but he always avoided my questions. Later, I stopped asking. I always thought of the conversation I heard outside his office door that day. I guessed Luke hadn't figured out how to announce the end of the game to me. So, I also began to avoid him. But he still made breakfast for me before work and hugged me late at night as usual. I began to brainwash myself, thinking what I saw that day was just a misunderstanding. I forced myself to forget what happened that day. One day, a woman who said she was Luke's fiancée came to me. Luke went to the company early, and I was about to go out. When I opened the door, I saw her standing at my door with a smile, and her dimples made her look sweet. "Ms. Smith?" She asked and looked me up and down with an innocent look, then looked behind me. I moved aside and motioned for her to come in. Her voice was soft and sweet. "Ms. Smith, my name is Sarah Clarke. "I should introduce myself. I'm Luke's fiancée." I sat opposite her, feeling pain in my heart. "Hello, I'm Olivia Smith." I tried to keep my voice calm. Sarah said she was just passing by. She knew that Luke had a girlfriend here. But her tone seemed to show she didn't care. She looked around and then snorted. She said, "Since Luke was born, he has never lived in such a small house." Sarah talked a lot about Luke's childhood. Her tone was gentle, like a soft knife stabbing into my heart, hurting me so much that I couldn't breathe. She and Luke were childhood sweethearts. In the evening, Luke came back early. I saw red bloodshot in his eyes, and then I brought dinner to the table. "You have been tired recently, so I made you your favorite food. "Have a taste of the fried fish and mushroom soup." Luke hugged me from behind, with his chin resting on the top of my head. His tired breathing made me feel a little distressed. "Thank you, Olivia. "After I'm done with this, I will go home early and cook for you." My hand holding the spoon trembled, and I pushed him onto the seat. As he ate the food, I felt more and more disappointed in my heart. Sarah said that Luke hated eating fish and mushrooms since childhood. My rationality was instantly overwhelmed by Sarah's words, and I snatched Luke's fork away. He looked at me in surprise. "What's wrong?" He asked. I learned to cook and bake cakes just because Luke liked it. How ridiculous it was! Suppressing the urge to cry, I went to the kitchen and brought a plate of spaghetti.

Luke was stunned. "You..." I tried to control my emotions and smiled, "I think this tastes better." Before going to bed, I booked a flight. Subconsciously, I wanted to escape from Luke and everything about him because I found that I seemed to never understand him. In other words, he was deliberately disguising himself. Luke held me in his arms, with love in his eyes. "Luke, I will go on a business trip tomorrow." "Do you have to go?" "Yeah." "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back." Resting my head on his shoulder, I asked him again. "Luke, you will wait for me to come back, right?" He nodded. When I woke up, Luke was gone. On the table was the breakfast he had prepared, and next to it was a note with the words "Wait for me". There were many flights every day, and I didn't expect to meet Luke at the airport. A sweet-looking girl stood next to him, talking and laughing with him with her arm around him. It was Sarah. Luke didn't see me, but Sarah did. She raised her head at me proudly, with disdain in her eyes. Standing on tiptoe affectionately, she put her lips close to Luke's ear and said something. Then, Luke and I looked into each other's eyes. I clenched tightly around the suitcase handle, but I still nodded and smiled at him. There was a moment of shock and panic in Luke's eyes. He walked towards me quickly and grabbed my wrist. "Olivia, I can explain." "Well, I'm listening." I endured the pain and tried to pull my wrist out of Luke's hand. Then I took a step back, trying to avoid him. "I..." Luke was about to speak, but he was interrupted by the girl who hurried over. "Hello, my name is Sarah, and I'm Luke's fiancée." Sarah pretended not to know me. She was telling me that Luke was her man. I looked at Luke, who said he would wait for me yesterday. Even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt the pain in my heart. The pain made my voice tremble uncontrollably. "Luke, is that so? "Then who am I?" I blocked Luke and deleted everything related to him, pretending that this person had never appeared in my world. The roar of airplane engines was around, and Sarah's ridicule came into my mind. "It's just a game." "Luke, you've had enough fun in these three months, haven't you?" "Ms. Smith, Luke likes to play games to pass the time." "You wouldn't take a man you met from a bar seriously, would you?" "We are all adults. I thought you would understand that." "Or, I can give you money." What lingered in my mind was Luke's silence and his evasive eyes. I took out a jewelry box from my bag. Inside were two wedding rings that I secretly customized and designed myself. Suddenly, I smiled. Sarah was right. How could I take a man I met at a bar seriously? We were all adults, and I should let it go. Besides, I dated Luke, a young rich man, and I didn't lose anything.

After we separated at the airport, I spent a month at the beach. It was ten o'clock in the evening when I arrived at my home. As soon as I got out of the taxi, my neighbor anxiously pulled me aside. He asked me if I had had a fight with Luke. He said that during the time I was away, Luke would often squat at my door when he was drunk in the middle of the night, causing many other neighbors to complain every day. I felt a little dizzy from my neighbor's words. I suddenly remembered that before going to the airport that day, I changed the door password and deleted Luke's fingerprint. During the month I was away, I turned off my cell phone and never turned it on. I had been abroad for many years and didn't have many domestic friends. So I would occasionally use my new number to call my parents and to chat with my best friend, Amy. But I didn't expect Luke to do this. My phone suddenly rang. It was Amy calling. After talking to my neighbor, I headed straight for the bar carrying my suitcase. The lights flickered and the music was deafening. I told Amy what had just happened. She raised her eyebrows and drank with me. "Olivia, you like him." I was silent. Young people were playing with the wine bottles in their hands. Some of them were sad, some were excited, and some were depressed, indulging themselves in pleasure. My mood at the moment was complicated. After I turned on my mobile phone, I got many text messages. There were missed calls and unread text messages, all from strange numbers. "So these are the phone calls and text messages from Luke?" Amy said. I shook my head. I wasn't sure about the phone call, but the text messages must be from Luke. When Amy's boyfriend Alex White came, the atmosphere in the bar reached its climax. The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and hormones, and the dance floor was filled with wantonly swaying figures. Amy and Alex were getting closer and closer. Their intimacy was particularly eye-catching. "You didn't call me here just to see you like this, did you?" I asked. As I took a sip of wine, the alcohol stimulated my nerves. Hearing my voice, Amy pretended to be angry and hit Alex. She asked me to come to the bar today to commemorate my three-month love that just died, and also celebrate the new life that I was about to have. She said, "Olivia, you will have a new start." The three-month love that had been left behind once again came to my mind. I almost forgot that the beginning of my relationship with Luke was due to a ridiculous bet. The day I met Luke was the first day I returned to the country. Amy hosted a welcome party for me at the bar. I had a crush on Luke at first sight. He leaned casually on the booth, with a few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, his eyes full of playfulness. Alex was sitting next to him. Alex always glanced at Amy. So I made a bet with Amy. We wanted to see whether I could get Luke, or she could get Alex. With their eyes meeting and the atmosphere, Alex raised his glass to Amy from a distance. Noticing something, Luke whispered to Alex. Later, at the door of the bar, I took Luke home. But nothing happened that night. I left Luke on the sofa because I found he was three years younger than me.

I had never had any interest in men younger than me. But the next morning, Luke refused to leave. He acted coquettishly and looked sad. He always looked at me and followed me. He was gentle and obedient, looking like a little puppy. As a rich young man, Luke was always arrogant and serious, but he looked like an innocent boy in front of me. He would hug my neck and call me affectionately. He would put his arms around my waist and say "I love you". He would go to buy me my favorite snacks. He would carefully stay by my bedside and wait for my fever to subside. He would even wear an apron and cook my favorite dishes in the kitchen. After three months together, I fell in love with him. But he had a fiancée. I shook the glass in my hand and drank it all. "Well, I'll meet another man," I said. "So what are you going to do?" Amy asked what I was going to do with Luke, who often went to my home. I shook my head and drank glass after glass of wine. Alex hesitated to speak. I couldn't help but ask him what he wanted to say. Alex was Luke's friend. His relationship with Amy was deeper and deeper. He knew a lot about what happened between Luke and me. Alex said Luke was going to get engaged next month. He had known Luke for more than ten years, but he had never heard Luke mention it. Alex's words were scattered in the noisy bar, making me feel pain in my heart. Amy looked at me worriedly. Alex said he would go to my house to take Luke away. I shook my head. I would say goodbye to Luke myself. It was two o'clock in the morning when I arrived at my house. Sure enough, Luke huddled at the door of my house. His eyelashes trembled slightly, like a stray dog. "Luke, get up." I kicked him, but there was no response. It took me more than half an hour to drag him into the living room and throw him on the sofa, just like the first day we met. At that time, I was full of interest in him, but now I was very annoyed. I slept on the chair all night. As the morning sun shone into the living room, a shadow was in front of my eyes. Luke stood in front of me, at a loss. It seemed that he had woken up a long time ago. Not only had he changed his clothes, but the smell of alcohol was also gone. "Olivia, you're back." I found it funny. I asked him, "Is this a new game? Are you a love-struck character this time?" He was stunned for a moment. I stood up and distanced myself from him. Luke grabbed my wrist and pulled hard, and I fell into his arms. "You misunderstood Sarah and me. "You don't believe me?" I felt it ironic. But before I could react, he kissed me hard until I couldn't breathe. When he was about to leave, I bit him hard, and his sexy lips instantly became bright red and stained with blood. I took a tissue and wiped my mouth, looking at him coldly. "Luke, the day Sarah went to your office, I went there too. "I saw it and heard it."