If You Want Me

Debbie didn't want to hear the romantic story. She couldn't bear it. But the woman just liked to tell it. She didn't know how long she had talked about showing off their love, and then she didn't tell her the reason why they broke up and why she came back this time.

"Is that all?" Debbie sighed. The woman just bragged about her love story. Why didn't she tell the tragedy? This woman was really not honest.

"It's not a good thing to know so much. It's been a long time since we last met." The woman pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Debbie with a touch of provocation in her eyes.

As if saying, 'I won't tell you why we broke up. You can ask Baron yourself if you have the ability.'

On the other hand, Debbie was a little timid. She didn't dare to ask Baron, and even if she had the courage to ask, the silent man would not tell her.

The reason heard from others was just hearsay, far from being useful from the mouth of the two parties, but neither of them was willing to say it.

Debbie flicked her fingernails, smiled and said in a somewhat annoying tone, "Are you the one who has been dumped?"

The woman stopped eating the apple. She frowned at the color of the apple that appeared when she ignored it because she told the story. She threw the apple into the trash can, wiped her hands and looked at Debbie lazily.

When they didn't get in touch with each other, she thought that this person would take the Queen's path and fully open her aura, so she behaved amiable in front of her. However, her attitude was a little weird, which made Debbie a little shocked.

"It's shameful to waste food."

"Shame on you!"

Debbie blinked her eyes. She didn't think it was shameful to do so, and even felt a little happy. She just glanced at her indifferently and then sighed.

If the woman didn't want to tell her, Debbie was going to drive her away.

The woman seemed to notice from the sudden change of Debbie's expression that she might be driven away if she stayed any longer, so she said she would leave first.

She thought it

charged from the hospital. Recently, Baron, who didn't go to work, stayed at home to take care of her. Debbie was not a picky eater, and she ate whatever he cooked for her.

This made Baron feel a little relieved.

She seemed to gain some weight, and the flesh on her face, which had just been tortured to lose by the pain of illness, grew back. She sat on the sofa with the script in her hand, and on the other side, he turned on the TV and gently peeled the orange for her.

Debbie opened her mouth and ate happily, but when he wanted to talk to her, her face changed faster than anyone else. She turned her head, leaving only the back side of her head to him. It seemed that he could say whatever he wanted to say, but anyway, she didn't listen to him.

Baron was fed up with such an attitude. He kept silent for a while, put the peeled orange on the tea table, stood up and said, "I think we should have a good talk."

He was afraid that he would have heart failure if he continued to show excessive passion to her cold like this. The most unbearable thing for him was to be treated like this by Debbie.

"There's nothing to talk about between us. Don't you have nothing to say? Then take a shower and go to bed."

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon. What did she say? Baron knew that she was satirizing, so he smiled bitterly and said, "Stop it."