Love Me Do Not Go

As expected, when he heard that I mentioned divorce, Michael was furious on the spot. He threw the spoon on the table and broke into two pieces.

"Clara, is there something wrong with you, or did you do it on purpose? You coaxed me into bed last night, and you fell out today. What, is divorce cannon fun?"

He spoke a little hastily, his speech was unclear, and the veins on the side of his neck were bulging, very similar to when he kissed me last night.

Michael is very good-looking, not too old, and still has a childlike look in his eyebrows. When he stares at someone, he always seems to have been greatly wronged, even if he is a big b*st*rd.

This face is so painful, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to get into his trap. For six years, I lived like an old woman without any complaints, but in the end I was really just an old woman.

"It's fun, and it's very comfortable! Don't you know, I just want you to be young and strong, otherwise, I want you to be useless?"

I taunted every word and stabbed Michael's painful spot again and again.

He is four years younger than me, but he has to marry me, what he calls a "rigid and boring old woman." This is his biggest Achilles' heel. Every time I mention it, I always get a hit.

Michael stood up suddenly and kicked the table leg hard. Half of the milk in front of me was immediately spilled, and some of it splashed on the back of my hand. It burned my fingertips and curled up slightly, but I didn't move or scream.

I have always been very tolerant, whether it's pain, crying, or heartache.

This is a will that I have honed over many years of struggling to survive alone, along with my determination and courage.

I calmly leaned back on the chair, raised my eyes to look at him, and stabbed him again: "Don't be so impulsive, you always look like a child who won't grow up!"

Michael gritted his teeth: "You are the child, your whole family is a child! Don't you know how many men I have last night?"

After he finished speaking, he paused suddenly, pursed his lips and looked at me, as if he wanted to say something but was holding back, with a very annoyed expression.

I am an orphan and don’t have a whole family at all. Michael always said I was invulnerable, which is probably my only weakness.

It's not because of taboo or pain. Rather than my own feelings, I hate others pity me or attack me because of this matter.

Those imposed connections would only serve to remind me of things that were almost forgotten, and otherwise were meaningless.

At this moment, Michael knew he had made a mistake, but he couldn't save the dignity to apologize, so he could only look at me with less anger to compensate.

I know him too well, and that's why it hurts me more - Michael is like this

In this way, he is not bad enough. No matter how arrogant and dissolute he is, he always maintains the last softness in his heart, which makes me unable to get it but reluctant to let it go.

I used to think that he would become my only relative, and I was secretly glad that I had expected him, but in the end, it was all in vain.

I stood up, took off my ring and put it on the dining table, then put away the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen to wash them, keeping silent and gentle the whole time.

Michael seemed to be offended by my calmness, or felt ashamed, and shouted at the top of his lungs behind me: "Okay, just leave! But remember, I don't want you!"

"The world is so big and there are countless beautiful women. Why should I waste my time with you, an old woman who spends the whole day crying and meddling in things? It's so annoying!"

He was still not relieved as he spoke, and walked up behind me and continued to scold me: "Clara, don't think I don't know, you always think I'm a waste, and you never look down on me. "

Michael was really angry and felt aggrieved and even sad and angry. His voice was trembling at the end, as if he might cry at any moment.

But I listened very happily. I often feel this kind of self-contempt, in every moment when he is indifferent to her.

I wonder if I said the wrong thing, if I didn't do enough, if I don't deserve to love him...

Now it's time for him to have a taste of this, but I don't think it's one-tenth of my feelings, which are the same as his feelings for me.

I took the towel and slowly wiped the water on my hands, then turned back to look at him: "What about you? Have you ever liked me?"

Michael suddenly suffocated, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. His face turned red instantly and his eyes darted around, as if he was stumped.

Just when I thought he would say "how is that possible" or "of course not", he suddenly turned around and walked away, walking as fast as he was running for his life.

In the end, there was no answer. Whether it was yes or no was still unknown.

But I was still moved in my heart. Just because of his hesitation and hesitation for a second, I already had the answer.

My college education was entirely dependent on funding from the Jordan Group Charitable Foundation.

Not only did they pay for my tuition, but they also covered accommodation and daily expenses, which allowed me to focus on my studies without worrying about financial burdens. But this generous funding is not unconditional.

In exchange, I had to join the Jordan Group after graduation. This meant that my career path was somewhat predetermined, even though it was not my personal choice. During my final year of college, this reality became clearer and I began to reflect on whether this arrangement truly aligned with my expectations and dreams for the future.

On the one hand, I feel grateful to Jordan Group; on the other hand, I am eager to pursue my professional passion and life goals.

The head of Jordan's family is Michael's grandmother Dany. Her husband died early when she was thirty-six years old.

After his death, he shouldered the burden of