Lila Rosewisp

Thirty-year-old birthday, when I proactively proposed to my boyfriend. His "White Moonlight" called: "Come to the company immediately; I must see you within half an hour." Watching Adam Grant, who was ready to leave, I issued a harsh warning: "If you dare to walk out that door, I will make sure you regret it." But he replied with a righteous tone: "Don't be unreasonable, isn't all my hard work for us?" Watching him hurriedly leave, my heart completely sank. He wouldn't have imagined that leaving me alone at the scene of the proposal, while dealing with work, would be a total loss of face for me. I completely gave up on him, turned around to become a world-class designer, and embraced a young man with abs. He regretted it to the point of madness, but the woman who wholeheartedly loved him no longer belonged to him.

At the Proposal Scene, Adam Grant Left Me to Find His White Moonlight

I quickly shook my head. How could I suspect him like this!


But no matter how delicious a cake is, eating too much will still make you sick of it.


It was already one in the morning; the sky outside was completely dark, and Adam Grant still hadn't replied.


I couldn't resist calling him; no one picked up the first time, but the second time it connected.


Adam's voice carried a hint of complaint:


"I just finished being busy over here. You're still not asleep?"


Adam didn't ask why I was staying this late; he immediately instructed:


"It's too late now. Don't go back by yourself. I'll have Secretary Miller pick you up later."


After finishing, the call was hastily hung up.


Twenty minutes later, Secretary Miller's car arrived. I got in feeling a bit weary, and Secretary Miller glanced at me, hesitant to speak.


I yawned, half asleep: "What do you want to say?"


Secretary Miller carefully pondered how to express his words:


"Director Grant personally drove Director Xavier home."


The night wind was somewhat chilly. The car heater was on, yet I still felt somewhat uncomfortable.


I curled up, only then feeling a bit better.


Adam went to send Lily Xavier home but left me to the secretary.


Secretary Miller drove steadily, and shortly arrived home. I opened the car door, barely able to keep my eyes open, and stumbled, almost falling.


He suddenly asked, "Ms. Weller, did you like the dinner, the gift, and the cake today?"


"I did!" I nodded, feeling my eyes sting. Everything—the setting, the music, the aroma, the food, the gift—was everything I liked.


Who knew the greater the expectation, the deeper the disappointment.


Secretary Miller helped me into the villa's entrance: "That's great. Director Grant entrusted me with full responsibility for arranging this event. I was so afraid I'd mess up or miss something."


Turns out, none of this had any trace of Adam's thoughtfulness.


The cold wind blew and suddenly I wasn't sleepy anymore, standing there with goosebumps all over.


Chapter 3