On every sleepless night, I liked tracing his eyes, his brows, his sharply defined jawline with my fingers…
And secretly, in my heart, I missed someone else—Noah Wells.
Simon’s friends often praised him for knowing how to handle a woman, and they complimented me on being gentle and understanding.
I always smiled and said nothing.
I thought life would continue like this, muddled and uneventful.
But tonight, on my way back from the airport, I received a call from Noah.
“Chloe, I’m back.”
His voice was deep and rich, as if it could reach through the phone and clutch my heart.
“Simon.”
For the last time, I traced my fingers over his brows and eyes. “Let’s break up.”
Time seemed to freeze.
Simon paused for a second before opening his eyes to look at me. “Because of that girl?”
I wanted to say no.
But before I could speak, he had already sat up.
His deep-set eyes lifted as he looked at me, a mocking glint in them.
“Fine. You want to break up? Suit yourself.”
…
Simon didn’t take it seriously at all.
He thought I was just being petty and acting out of jealousy.
After all, every time we argued, I was always the one to make amends first.
Simon was used to his pride. There was no way he would ever lower himself.
