When I arrived at the meeting spot, Shirley hadn't reached yet. I proceeded to look for a seat by the windows and ordered a coffee for myself. My mind wandered while I sat and waited for Shirley.
I didn't like coffee. It was so bitter that I couldn't swallow it, so I asked for more sugar.
Shirley was obviously sent here by her driver when she arrived. Her winter clothes were thick and heavy, but her pregnant stomach looked bigger compared to the last time we met.
She held her waist as she sat down beside me. Then, she ordered a glass of hot milk while folding her collar which she had pulled up due to the cold.
Her hands were red from being out in the cold. After the waiter served the mug of hot milk, she quickly held onto it to warm up her hands.
I looked at her quietly as I waited until her hands were warmed up enough to speak.
Soon, she raised her head to look around.
She raised her eyebrows and said monotonously, "I can tell that Hendrix has protected you very well." I looked downwards as a response. The press was still very persistent and the bodyguards Hendrix arranged for me were still secretly tailing me.
For her to notice all this wasn't easy at all.
"I know about the money," she said, her gaze falling on me, "When I saw him four years ago, he was on Taylor Street in Mesville. I liked to eat there, so I was in the area a lot. It was raining in Mesville that day, and I found him sitting in a daze at the central square. He didn't seem to care that he looked like a mess. Perhaps because he was good-looking, I went to him with my umbrella."
She caressed her stomach. It was still snowing very heavily outside. "I've looked into everything. Arianna, I really feel that you're being extremely unfair to him even if I never saw it myself. He was kind to you. Think about it, God hasn't been fair to him either. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth but in terms of relationships, he didn't have it as good as your husband did. He had to go through change in his parents' marriage, which ultimately ended with them leaving him. He thought of you as his shelter for love. But in the end, he didn't win your heart. Arianna, you're indebted to him."
As I looked at her, I felt that she was still as adorable as ever. She was the complete opposite of Andrea. She knew of the history between Irvin and I. However, instead of pestering and insulting me, she looked into Irvin's past and tried to understand it.
She loved Irvin, so she placed herself in his shoes and felt sorry for him.
"Shirley, I can't choose how I feel. Yes, I do owe Irvin and I am trying my best to make it up to him. However, I've found the love of my life. You, out of everyone else, should understand this clearly. I can't compensate Irvin through romantic means just because I feel guilty towards him. Surely, you wouldn't want to see that happening too, right?"
She was slightly surprised by my words, but she nodded and said, "Yes, which is why I wanted to talk to you. I love him, but you are the one he truly loved. I don't mean to blame you. After all, it is also my fault that he hasn't fallen in love with me after so many years. I just came to thank you."
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