I Don’t Need Your Fake Love by Melandia

Chapter 125

The person on the other end talked to him for a long time.

After the sound of his footsteps, it went completely quiet outside the door.

I finally got up and opened the door, only to find the insulated lunch box. left on the ground. I couldn’t help but think with self–mockery, “I knew it. Even if I left him first, she’s still the one who matters more to him. Well, forget it, I don’t want him anymore.”

I threw the lunch box in the trash can and ordered takeout on my phone. I had thought Antonio would fly straight back home after receiving that call. However, to my surprise, the next day when I went downstairs, I saw him waiting at the door again, holding a bouquet of flowers.

I glanced at him, intending to leave as if I hadn’t seen him, but he followed my steps.

“Let me drive you to work. I heard that there’s not much security abroad, and I’m worried about you being alone.” Hearing that, I suddenly stopped.

Then I said, “Antonio, can you stop acting affectionate in front of me?

“In the past eight years, how many times have I called you to pick me up when I waited for the bus alone after working overtime? Do you remember what you used to say to me?

“You said I should learn from other girls, many of whom could even live totally dependent on their own. You said I should hire a bodyguard myself if I was scared. You said you were busy with your business.”

His pupils quivered at my words.

I’m also busy with my business, so please

walked to the roadside and

the door and got in,

boyfriend before. Can I have a chance to make up for it? I don’t want us to break up

misunderstandings.”

him, so I simply closed my eyes to

We are totally over, so what’s the point of you doing

finished speaking, we also just arrived at the company’s building. I immediately got out and closed

no opportunity

I got into the elevator, I took

Antonio’s team leader.

married? Don’t you need him at all? Can you

before explaining, “Antonio is taking his annual leave, so there’s nothing I can

he was like a ghost, always

to say, habits were a terrible thing. It took me only a few days to

On the seventh night, the landlord of my apartment called

Antonio’s disturbance. As they had often seen him at my door, they wanted to confirm if he was my friend.

Antonio had been disturbing the others. Then I was told that Antonio

ask for their apartment number to confirm if they were a resident

this.