He Said Wait Again And I Waited For The Plane To Paris Chapter 02

He Said Wait Again And I Waited For The Plane To Paris Chapter 02

Early the next morning, I woke to the sound of Adrian’s deliberately lowered voice.

He was standing on the balcony with his phone in his hand.

“You bumped it? Is it serious?”

“It’s fine if the bracelet got scratched. As long as you’re not hurt.”

“Don’t cry. It’s just a bracelet. I’ll come over and take a look.”

The worry and tenderness in his voice were impossible to hide.

I lay in bed, staring quietly at the ceiling.

Five minutes later, he pushed open the bedroom door.

When he saw that my eyes were open, he paused, then quickly walked over.

“Did I wake you?”

He sat down by the bed and reached out, as if he wanted to touch my face.

I turned my head away and sat up.

“You’re going out?” I asked.

Adrian’s hand froze in the air. He pulled it back awkwardly.

“Vivian got up early to try on the bracelet and accidentally knocked it against the sink. She got so scared she started crying.”

“I need to go check on her. She lives alone. I don’t feel right leaving her like that.”

As he spoke, he quickly took off his pajamas and changed into a dress shirt.

“I’m skipping breakfast. Make something for yourself.”

I watched him tie his tie with practiced ease.

“Adrian.”

“What is it?” He didn’t even turn around, still adjusting his collar in the mirror.

“I want to go look at that condo development on the south side today.”

His hand stopped at his collar.

That south-side condo development was the one we had picked out half a year ago.

He had said it would be our first home together. Once his thirtieth birthday passed, we would go put down the deposit.

Adrian turned around, his expression faintly uncomfortable.

“We don’t have to look at the place today.”

“Vivian is really upset right now. I need to calm her down first.”

“When things settle down, I’ll take you to choose a better location. The south side isn’t that convenient anyway.”

I looked at him calmly.

“Okay.”

Adrian visibly relaxed.

He came over and kissed my forehead.

“Good girl. Wait for me to come back.”

The door closed, and the apartment fell silent again.

I got out of bed, went into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. It was packed with groceries.

I took out two eggs and a carton of milk.

While I was frying the eggs, memories from the past surfaced in my mind before I could stop them.

Back then, we lived in a small rented apartment.

Every morning, Adrian would wake up half an hour before me and make me something different for breakfast.

Once, I casually mentioned that I was craving the cinnamon rolls from a bakery on the west side of town.

He rode a bike-share bike through the pouring rain for half an hour just to buy them for me.

When he came back, the cinnamon rolls were still warm, but he was soaked from head to toe.

“If my Evie wants something, I’ll bring it back even if I have to walk through a storm.”

That was what Adrian had said at the time.

And now? Even going with me to take one look at the home he had promised me had become a hassle he could brush aside whenever he wanted.

I slid the fried eggs onto a plate.

When I was pouring the milk, my hand slipped, and milk spilled across the counter.

I grabbed a rag to wipe it up, but accidentally knocked over a condiment bottle beside it.

It was a jar of clam sauce. Dark brown sauce oozed out, giving off a thick, fishy smell.

The moment I looked at that mess, my stomach churned violently.

I was severely allergic to seafood.

Adrian had bought that jar of clam sauce two days ago.

Because Vivian had said she had recently become obsessed with seafood pasta.

Adrian had even forgotten that a strong seafood smell was enough to make me break out in a rash.

I threw the rag into the trash, along with the plate of eggs and the jar of clam sauce.

Then I went back to the bedroom, pulled three large cardboard boxes out from under the bed, and started packing.

In truth, I didn’t own much.

A few everyday outfits, several art books, and a laptop. Everything else had been bought for me by Adrian.

Those expensive bags and pieces of jewelry had never suited me.

He had always dressed me according to Vivian’s taste.

“Vivian looks good in pink. You should try it too.”

“Vivian said this perfume smells nice, so I bought you a bottle as well.”

I sorted all of those things out and stacked them neatly at the very bottom of the walk-in closet.