Chapter 01

After work, I went to the mall to buy a birthday gift for my dad.

After entering a men's clothing store, I picked out a coat for my dad and was ready to pay.

During this time, a message suddenly popped up on my work group chat. I didn't see it clearly, and for a moment, I handed the saleswoman the credit card Owen had given me.

It was only when the card was handed back to me that I realized my mistake.

However, the next second, a cold voice came from behind me.

"How is it? Using my money to support another man."

This man, I broke up with him half a month ago, on our third anniversary.

It wasn't the first time I had mentioned breaking up, but it was definitely the last.

It seemed every time we broke up, I was the unreasonable one, and he was always calm and composed.

As usual, he looked at me nonchalantly and slowly took off his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing his dark, deep eyes, and said the two words that deflated me instantly.

"Suit yourself."

I felt helpless, as if all my emotions were futile against him.

Yet, this time, I genuinely harbored thoughts of breaking up.

The reason was that I had specially booked a ticket to Bali Island for our third anniversary, planning to spend a romantic day there with Owen.

Owen was working diligently in the study, wearing a pair of austere gold-rimmed glasses. When I spoke to him, he didn't even glance at me, just faintly responding.

"Suit yourself."

"Alright then, let's settle on Bali Island. But which hotel should we choose for the trip? This one looks good, but the ratings aren't very high. Maybe this one. What do you think?"

I looked at him expectantly, waiting for his reply. Finally, he stopped his work, glanced at the tablet in my hand for a moment, and then looked away.

"Whatever. You’re the boss."

My hand paused on the tablet.

"How about the restaurant? Is there anything particular you want to eat? I've picked a few with good ratings. You choose one, and we can go check it out together."

"Whatever. Anything is fine."

He gave me a slight smile and then continued his work. I felt the joy of planning the trip vanish without a trace.

I arrived at a conclusion that in his heart, I was far less important than his work.

A profound sense of frustration overwhelmed me. I turned off the tablet and calmly stood up to leave.

As I was about to step out of the room, I made a decision.

"Owen."

My hand clenched the doorknob, and my breathing slowed.

"Let's break up."

The moment I spoke, time seemed to freeze, and the silence was so profound I could hear his breathing.

His typing stopped, and he, always focused on his work, finally looked up seriously at my figure.

"Are you sure?"

I knew he would say that. Every time I got angry in the past, I would threaten to break up, so he never took my words to heart.

But this time, as I decided to break up, I felt an inner calm.

"I've made up my mind."

I turned to face him, my gaze resolute as I began to speak.

"Owen, we initially met through a blind date, so there wasn't a deep emotional foundation between us. Over time, I've realized that perhaps we really aren't right for each other."

"Let's not waste any more time."

Owen leaned back slightly, resting against the chair, and raised his hand to remove the glasses perched on his nose, setting them on the table. He always managed to mask his emotions well, so well that it was impossible to see through him, to know what he was really thinking.

This made me doubt whether I had ever truly reached his heart.

The air grew tense with silence, the ticking of the clock marking the passing moments. He looked up at me and spoke three words.

"As you wish."

No surprise. My capriciousness never made waves in his heart.

Actually, Owen was the most indulgent boyfriend I had ever had.

I met Owen during a blind date set up by my mom. Before the date, my mom had instructed me to dress well. "It doesn't matter if you're not pretty. Just wear something nice."

She also mentioned that the date was with a self-made millionaire, older than me, earning more money than I could ever imagine.

I felt like I might not be her biological child, as no parent would belittle their daughter like that.

I fantasized about what this man, who my mother praised so much, would look like.

However, when I met him, I realized my mother was right. Owen was indeed very handsome.

Not only was he good-looking, but he was also very polite, truly the man of my dreams.

But I had a bad temper in relationships, always threatening to break up, which my previous boyfriends couldn't handle.

So, before things got serious with him, I told him about this upfront.

"That's okay."

He smiled at me, a calm look in his eyes.

"I'm also a bit lazy, not fond of doing household chores."

"That's okay. My apartment has a robotic vacuum and an automatic dishwasher."

"I don't like cooking, so I'm not good at it."

"No worries. I can cook, and I'm pretty good at it. Of course, when I'm busy, I'll order us some good takeout."

No matter what I said, Owen always remained composed and seemingly indifferent.

It seems the saying "handsome guys are good-natured" might hold some truth.

After the blind date, we exchanged contact information and began a relationship.

But after being with Owen, I gradually realized that he seemed uninterested in any topic I brought up.

Whether it was about our daily dating plans or travel plans, I was always the excited one. He never invested much thought in these matters.

His focus was entirely on his work.

Even during this final breakup, he just calmly looked at me and then saw me out.

"Do you want me to take you back?"

I clenched my purse tightly, then turned and glared at him fiercely.

"No need!"