"Sherman is shopping with Eileen. They are going to have coffee and lunch. Eileen has a blind date today."
Luke's brow furrowed. His Adam's apple bobbed. He couldn't believe that. "Didn’t she mention me?"
"Yes."
Kingsley suddenly remembered something.
Luke's face softened as he heard this." What did she say?"
"Eileen said she had made it clear to you yesterday, but you didn't accept. That means rejection. You want to leave, and she has no right to stop you and can't stop you. She's afraid that she can't make you change your mind even if she wants to, so she has decided to give up."
Luke's face turned cold when he heard this.
He curled his thin lips and cursed, "Damn it! This woman has no perseverance at all! Where there's a will, there’s a way. She doesn't even have the persistence. How can she succeed?"
He turned back while pulling his suitcase and walked towards the exit of the airport.
Kingsley’s eyes were full of amusement, but he held back his laughter, following behind Luke and saying, "Where are you going?"
"Shit! Of course, I'm going back! I've even spent an hour in the morning packing the suitcase. How stupid!"
Luke moved forward, constantly swearing, and kicked his suitcase.
Kingsley squinted, his chest heaving.
Yet he suppressed a snigger.
Otherwise, Luke might have lost his temper.
Eileen and Sherman were strolling around the mall. They bought Brad and the little baby some clothes.
"Didn't you say that Brad can't leave his father? Now I'm leaving Lanechett, while you're here eating and drinking."
Eileen grunted indifferently.
"Didn't you reject me? Life goes on. I can't abandon myself just because you rejected me, so whether you leave or not, I'll shop and eat. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Luke breathed deeply to cool down. "What do you mean?"
Eileen asked, "I've persisted for eight years and been hurt by you for eight years. You rejected me again and again. Now, do you want me to throw away my pride and continue like that? Impossible! I've suffered enough!"
Dumbfounded, Luke didn't expect that things would turn out this way, cursing secretly.
'Damn it! Sure enough, I shot myself in the foot!’
He looked at Kingsley beside him, who shrugged his shoulders, sat down beside Sherman, picked up the baby, and played with him.
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