If it had been a few days ago, I would have certainly gone with joy and excitement.
But now, the scene of Adrian Gordon being rescued is stuck in my head. I can't shake the feeling that being involved with another man so soon is deeply shameful, as if I can't do without a man for even a moment.
So, after hesitating for a moment, I found an excuse: "I'm afraid I can't tonight; I have to go to my grandmother's for dinner."
"Oh, I understand," he said, still very polite. "Then let's reschedule."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, I began to hate myself again.
I clearly despise Adrian Gordon and have been longing for a divorce even in my dreams. Why, now that I have finally reached this point, almost achieving my dream, do I suddenly feel sad?
Is it because of his miserable fate that my saintly heart is acting up again?
I slapped my right cheek hard, warning myself: Lily Miller, pitying a scumbag will bring you bad luck for life!
