Even though she was eating noodles with her head lowered, Lena could still feel Grayson's burning gaze. Unable to bear it any longer, Lena raised her head. "Could you stop staring at me and just eat your noodles already!"
"What's wrong, feeling shy?" Grayson teased her. Lena's cheeks blushed like rouge, knowing she couldn't win against him. She lowered her head again and continued eating.
"So now you're feeling shy?" Grayson seemed unwilling to let her off. He continued, "Your passionate cries last night almost melted my bones..."
"Don't say anymore, can't you focus on eating?" Lena's face puffed up in annoyance.
After finishing their meal, Lena cleared the table and went to the kitchen, splashing her face with cold water from the faucet. She tidied up the kitchen and came back out, finding Grayson still sitting on the sofa.
Lena intended to have a serious conversation with him. She sat opposite Grayson, trying to keep a distance from him. His presence was just too overwhelming.
"I want to talk to you," Lena spoke first.
"About what?" Grayson lit a cigarette but didn't smoke, holding it between his fingers.
"Let's break up," Lena bit her lip, daringly bringing it up.
"Why?" Grayson picked up the ashtray, extinguished the cigarette directly, and snapped it in half.
Lena looked at the broken cigarette, feeling like she saw her own future. She couldn't help but shiver.
"We're not suitable," Lena closed her eyes, gritting her teeth, looking resolute. She didn't care anymore; she had to make things clear today.
"Is this what you really want?" Grayson stared at Lena coldly, devoid of any warmth in his expression.
"Yes," Lena nodded vigorously, showing her determination.
Grayson saw Lena's determined look, and his face started to harden, gradually turning dark and gloomy.
"Lena, suitability isn't something you decide," Grayson said coldly, got up, opened the door, and left.
Opening the car door, Grayson threw his phone onto the passenger seat, tightly gripping the steering wheel. Veins bulged on his fist as anger and the urge to kill surged inside him, simmering and seething.
Forget it! This heartless woman had abandoned him four years ago. Why hadn't he learned his lesson!
If she wants to break up, then so be it! There are thousands of women like Lena; why get so angry!
Damn it!
Although comforting himself in this way, his anger didn't diminish at all. On the contrary, it grew stronger, rushing to his head. He really wanted to grab that damned woman and ravish her in his arms.
Before his business trip, she helped him pack his luggage. How did she change so much after he returned from the trip?
Grayson was frustrated!
Decisions made by him wouldn't easily change, especially when it came to someone he had set his sights on. Lena wouldn't escape from his grasp in this lifetime.
After coming to terms with this, Grayson opened the car door, leaned against it, lit a cigarette, and looked up at the window of Lena's apartment until the cigarette burned out.
He got into the car, started the engine, and drove away.
Lena peeked through the curtain's crack and saw Grayson still downstairs. It wasn't until she heard the sound of the car leaving that she realized Grayson might have really left her this time.
Sitting on the balcony, Lena watched the direction the car disappeared in, feeling like an inflatable doll whose air had been sucked out, utterly lifeless.