The Bound Between Us

Chapter 987

The hallway was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Monica sat stiffly on the bench, arms crossed, refusing to look at Jason. She was still simmering with anger-honestly, it was the first time she'd ever snapped at him.

Usually, the second Jason showed up, Monica would light up like a Christmas tree, bounding toward him, practically glued to his side. Tonight, though, she just couldn't muster it.

Jason could tell something was off. He hesitated, then sat down beside her, fidgeting awkwardly before finally asking, "How's your dad? What did the doctors say?"

Monica stayed silent.

Jason grew more anxious, rubbing his hands together. "There was an emergency at work today, I had to head out with the team. My phone was on silent- department policy, you know that-so I missed your calls. As soon as we wrapped up, I saw you'd called and called you right back."

Monica just let him talk. She didn't interrupt, didn't even look his way.

When he finished, Monica finally turned to him, her tone icy and dripping with sarcasm. "Detective Lu, you're a busy man. You've got all those rules to follow. When it's something important, I guess Monica just doesn't make the cut. I'm always the one that has to step back."

"Monica, come on, don't say that. You're my girlfriend," Jason said, reaching for her hand.

Monica pulled her hand away, her voice rising, hurt and biting. "Am I? Because whenever I really need you, you're never there. The whole country needs you, apparently. Me? I get a sliver of your time, if that. Just because your job is special, I have to make all the allowances-if I call during work, I'm in the wrong. When you finally have time, you expect me to drop everything and show up. What do you see me as? Some girl at a hotel you can just drop by when it's convenient?"

Her words tumbled out, voice shaking, tears streaming down her face. The more she spoke, the more upset she got.

Jason had never seen Monica like this. For the first time, he really understood how much she'd been holding in, sacrificing so he could do his job.

She was right. He'd let his work pull him away, always assuming Monica would just be

much that had

the words caught

"Let's break up."

cheeks and

he'd been struck

it was out, but her pride wouldn't let her take

go. Let's just call it quits."

face blotchy and wet with tears, struggling to keep his own emotions in

done." Monica's voice was brittle. She tossed the words over her shoulder and hurried

splashed cold water on

up, she dug out a cigarette. She'd quit when she started dating

later, she finally felt a little steadier. When she

an ache and anger rolling through her all

flopped back onto the bench, stewing, until a nurse appeared. "Monica, your

blinked. "I didn't order anything. You sure it's

"Yeah, check the phone

had ordered it for

yam porridge, a little plate of

Monica said, but she didn't touch any

cold, the milk