Chapter 298 Postcard
Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend
His voice was like a match burning on this cold winter night.
I abruptly raised my head and subconsciously grabbed the doorknob.
But I froze before opening the door, wondering why he had returned.
Aaron said outside, âI know youâre still at the door! I saw the doorknob being turnedâ
What a hateful man! He had sharp eyes! I felt a little annoyed.
Since he had exposed me, I did not want to deny it.
I roughly wiped my tears off and hid my emotions behind a calm voice when asking, âWhy are you back?â
Aaron seriously replied, âBecause I have a thing to tell you.There seems to be a letter in your mailbox downstairs.Why donât you go to have a look?â
I felt speechless.
âThank you for telling me.Goodbye!â He asked in surprise, âArenât you going to check it?â
âI donât feel like going downstairs nowâ
âYou donât want to open the door because youâre afraid Iâll take the opportunity to go in, right?â
After he exposed my thought again, I fell silent.
âI swear I wonât go in.I did see a letter in your mailbox when passing by.Go downstairs and take a look.I canât do anything to you outside, right?â
âThatâs hard to sayâI retorted in a faint voice.
After all, he had a âcriminalâ record.
When he lost his mind, he would not care about what the occasion was.
Aaron was stunned to hear my words and loudly laughed, âWhy do you still remember what happened that day?â
Finally, I opened the door.
I had not paid attention to my mailbox just now.
I would get in trouble if it was a letter about my work or from government agencies.
However, I had been working in Germany for half a year, and there should be no omissions in the formalities.
Even if the government had sent me letters, they should have mailed them to Germany.
Who would send a letter to this apartment? When I was thinking about these questions, I saw Aaronâs bright smile again.
Seeing him intend to approach me, I immediately took a step back and said, âStop.
Please keep a distance from me: Aaron cooperatively raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and obediently stopped his steps.
Then, we went downstairs together.
There was indeed a letter.
âSee? I didnât lie.â
Aaron seemed to be able to read my mind.
After taking out the key and opening the mailbox, I saw a postcard quietly lying inside.
I instantly knew who had sent it to me.
And my bad mood became even worse.
I took out the postcard with an Adélie penguin on the back and saw a line of words.
âDear Olive, congratulations on buying your first apartment in Manhattan.Weâre fine here.Donât worry about us.We miss you.â
I had told my parents about the apartment two years ago, but they had not replied until now.I rolled my eyes.I didnât bother to take another look, so I turned around and left.
âWhatâs this? A postcard?â
Aaron followed me and asked, âIs it from your parents?â
I was too lazy to answer his questions but stopped to look at him, asking, âWhy are you following me?â
âWhatâs written on it?â
Aaron pointed to the postcard in my hand.
âAre you curious?â
âCan I have a look?â
He did not regard himself as an outsider at all.
After handing the postcard to him, I walked straight into the elevator.
âWait!âHe nimbly squeezed in before the doors closed.
We were in the elevator alone.
He lowered his head and quickly read the words on the postcard.
Then, his smile froze on his face.
âWhen did you buy this apartment?â
âThree years agoâ
âWhen did you tell your parents about it?â
âTwo years ago.â
âWhen was the last time you checked your mailbox? Maybe it had been in there for two yearsâ
Seeing me silently stare at him, he understood what I meant and said, âSorry.
After the elevator stopped on my floor, Aaron still followed me.
Before opening my door, I stopped my steps and turned to look at him, asking, âHow long are you going to follow me?â
Aaron put on an innocent face and replied, âChristmas isnât overâ
âIâm tired and want to go to bed earlyâ
âOK.Have a good sleep! I wonât disturb you.â
I raised my volume and snapped, âAaron!â
âIâm sorryâ
He lowered his head and said with a regretful expression, âIf I had known this excuse would upset you, I would have left just nowâ
âYou can leave nowâ
âNo, I canât leave!â
Unexpectedly, he insisted, âI must stay with you to atoneâ
âNo need.My parents have special jobs, so it is our normal frequency of communication.You donât need to feel sorryâ
âYou canât deceive meâ
Aaron looked at me with blue eyes and seriously said, âYou have a bad relationship with your parentsâ
I felt weird and stared into his eyes, asking, âWhy are you so sure about it?â
âItâs easy to guess!â
Aaron confidently said, âFrom we started to date to now, you have barely mentioned your parentsâ
Was it the reason? I thought it was ill-founded, so I retorted, âYou barely talk to me about your parents eitherâ
âYeah! And thatâs because I have a bad relationship with my dadâ
He became more confident.
I was at a loss for words, thinking we did have similar sufferings.
Shall we celebrate it? Of course, I did not say such stupid words to him.
Feeling exhausted, I sighed, âI canât let you in my apartment.
You should not have done such a thing inside just now.â
âTrust me! I just want to spend Christmas with you.
What about we go out to Christmas dinner together?â
âNo!â
I refused without hesitation, âItâs cold today.
I want to stay at home and drink wine by the fireplace to get warmâ
âNo problem!â
Aaron immediately nodded, âWeâll cook dinner at your apartmentâ
I finally ran out of my patience.
âAaron, you did not harass me with unreasonable demands like this before!â
I tried to make my words less harsh, but the effect was not good.
I took a deep breath and continued, âThank you for caring about me, but I do want to be aloneâ
This time, Aaron stared at me in silence for as long as one minute! âWhy are you staring at me?â
I became more impatient.
âI canât leave you alone at Christmas.
I will either take you out for dinner or cook at your apartment.
You have only two choicesâ
What the hell! I clenched my fists, fighting back the urge to punch his face.
âFine!â
I stuffed the postcard into the apartment through the crack between the door and the floor.
Then, I turned around, put my hands on my hips, and said, âLetâs go out to have dinner.
Anyway, I will not let you step into my home again todayâ