The Day I Left He Proposed But I No Longer Wanted Marriage Chapter 13

The Day I Left He Proposed But I No Longer Wanted Marriage Chapter 13

Monday morning, the moment I walked into Summit Corp, I saw that the front desk had been completely swallowed by a gigantic mountain of roses.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine vividly fresh white roses, so dewy they looked ready to drip, their rich fragrance thick in the air.

On the card was written, in Evan’s handwriting:

“Aria, I’m sorry.”

Colleagues crowded around one after another, their eyes brimming with envy and eager gossip.

“Manager Mitchell, who sent all these? This is way too romantic!”

“The name signed on the card is Mr. Harrison of Harrison Group—oh my god, Manager Mitchell, are you about to marry into high society?”

“A perfect match of talent and beauty—I’m so envious I could die!”

Listening to the chattering noise buzzing around me, I felt nothing but irritation.

I walked up to the front desk, my voice so cold it carried not a single trace of warmth.

“Please take all these flowers and throw them into the dumpster downstairs.”

The young receptionist froze on the spot.

“Ah? But these flowers are incredibly expensive—are you sure you really want to throw them away?”

“Yes.”

“From now on, anything sent by Evan Harrison—refuse it all, no exceptions.”

“And if anyone lets his things into this company again, it will be handled directly as a violation of company policy.”

My firm, hard line made those gossipy voices in the office disappear in an instant.

But Evan did not rein himself in because of it.

He started cornering me downstairs outside the office every single day.

Even on my way to client meetings, he would follow silently in his car from behind.

This kind of surveillance and harassment, seeping into every crack, made me feel utterly suffocated.

I started losing sleep night after night. My stomach condition flared up again and again from all the anxiety.

I submitted a transfer request to headquarters, asking to work at the branch office for a period of time.

At the same time, I booked plane tickets for my dad and my sister.

I wanted to take them away somewhere and properly decompress for a while.

Before I could leave, Evan got word and came to intercept me at the airport.

My dad and sister instinctively stepped in front of me, watching him with guarded expressions.

“What are you doing here again? Haven’t you hurt my sister badly enough?”

Evan’s eyes locked onto me.

“Aria, don’t go.”

“My mom has already agreed. She won’t oppose us any longer. We can have the most lavish wedding in New York.”

“Just give me one more chance—please.”

I patted my sister’s shoulder and motioned for her and Dad to go through security first.

My sister hesitated, still worried, but in the end she pulled Dad along and left first.

I folded my arms and stared at Evan, my face utterly unimpressed.

“Evan, is this fun for you?”

“I thought even a Harrison heir, shameless as you are, at least had some principles!”

“I never imagined you’d have no bottom line at all.”

Evan lowered his head, humiliation written across his face.

But still he stubbornly kept apologizing.

“Aria, I’m sorry. I just thought you could afford to wait—that’s why I…”

“Don’t worry—I’ve already reported Professor Bennett. She’s already under investigation now. I’ll clear your name and get your diploma back for you!”

Hearing this, I laughed—cold and bitter.

“Evan, because I could afford to wait, you just took it for granted and used me up, trampled me down.”

“Evan, I don’t even hate you anymore.”

“Because hating someone—that takes energy, too.”

“And I no longer want to waste even the tiniest scrap of energy on you.”

With that, I turned and walked toward the security gate.

Evan stood where he was, his hands slowly falling to his sides.

He didn’t follow.

Because he knew—the girl whose eyes had once been so full of him…

was truly, forever gone.

He walked out of the airport terminal in a daze, pulled open the car door, and slid into the back seat.

The driver looked at the man in the rearview mirror and spoke, his voice tinged with sympathy.

“Mr. Harrison, if you’d just held on a little longer… Ms. Mitchell might have come around.”

Evan leaned back against the seat and slowly closed his eyes.

“You don’t know her.”

“She seems gentle on the surface, but deep in her bones she’s tougher than anyone, more resilient than anyone.”

“If it weren’t for that grit, how could she have possibly held on alone in Switzerland for six years.”

“Once she decides to let go, she never, ever looks back.”