You will be Sad If You Lose Me

Fionna had two concert tickets hidden in her bag and I thought it was a surprise for me.

I waited excitedly for the day of the concert, only to find out that she was on a business class with the two tickets.

Thanks to my connections, I bought a ticket at a high price and witnessed her with my own eyes kissing with another man passionately in the middle of the concert.

The two people projected onto the big screen kissed with tears in their eyes.

The concert was over and I came across a man's Twitter account who had just uploaded a new post: [Kissing my crush passionately at my idol's concert was the best birthday present I've ever received.]

Scrolling down the comment section, everyone was congratulating and wishing for good things, but then I was hit by her suddenly accelerating car.

When I woke up, Fiona Simpson, who was standing by the bed, was playing with her mobile phone with her head down. The smile on her lips was the gentlest I had ever seen.

I asked her who she was, but she looked up and answered, "I am your boss. Since you're awake, take good care of yourself."

As soon as the words fell, she could not wait to leave.

I withdrew my gaze and dialed the phone at home. "Auntie, the marriage you mentioned last time, you can arrange it now."

At first, my aunt, Natalie Pritchard, was taken aback upon hearing these words, but then filled with relief.

"You've finally gotten the hang of it, Arthur? A girlfriend who has wasted your time for five years and refused to make your relationship public never deserves your sincere love for the rest of her life!"

"When are you going back? I just sent a message and they are urging me to set a wedding date."

I had been in love with Fionna for five years and I was the only one who was blind in this love.

She was trying her best to distance herself from me, so she would not hold me back from leaving.

"The sooner the better. I can take care of the resignation procedures as soon as possible."

Fionna, who had left, came back to the ward to find her car keys and happened to hear my conversation. "Resignation? Is anyone in our company resigning?"

The resignation process still required her approval at the end and I did not intent to hide it from her.

However, she was busy looking at her mobile phone and did not notice me nodding.

She picked up the car keys and said casually, "The doctor said you fell on your head and might have amnesia. I thought you really had amnesia."

"I was driving the car. The light was too dim at that time and you were playing with your phone ...."

I was stunned.

It turned out that this was the reason why she did not explain anything and pretended not to be familiar with me even though there was clearly no one in the ward.

Ten minutes ago, the expression on her face when she said she was just my boss was cold and indifferent, with just a little bit of concern.

There was no concern or even guilt.

Before I was hit and fell, I saw with my own eyes the car that hit me and Fionna was sitting in the passenger seat.

And the driver was the one who passionately kissed her.

Not even giving me a chance to question her, she left impatiently, using the excuse that the company was very busy.

I thought she did not know how to face me because she hurt me.

It was ridiculous that they did not take me seriously at all.

"I just woke up and my mind was a bit confused. I didn't recognize you, Ms. Simpson."

She treated me perfunctorily, so I played along with her and pretended as if nothing had happened.

She turned her head and fixed her eyes on my cold expression, feeling a bit puzzled.

'This guy always loves to ask for kisses when no one is around, but why is he acting weird today?'

She looked around and confirmed that no one was around before she soothed me in a gentle voice.

"Arthur, there are a lot of people in the hospital and it would be bad if someone saw you. Just focus on recuperating. When you are discharged and go home, I will make it up to you."

I smiled and replied to her, "Well, thank you, Ms. Simpson"

When we were together in private, I made a point of calling her "Ms. Simpson" in a low voice.

But today, calling her by "Ms. Simpson" sounded so stiff and distant that Fionna could nothelp but frown.

Just as she was about to say something, the doctor came to check on the patient and she returned to her cold demeanor.

Before leaving, she did not forget to remind me.

"Have a good rest and remember not to use your special status to enjoy privileges in my company. Everyone is treated equally and must follow the rules."

The doctor looked at the fake smile on my face and teased me.

"Your boss has already left, so there's no need to force a smile on yourself anymore. She is toughtongued but softhearted. She has already paid for your medical expenses."

The fake smile on my face turned into a wry smile.

Fionna acted so well.

So, apart from a few of her friends, no one knew that we were in a relationship and had been dating for five years.

I had asked her countless times when we would make our relationship public, but she had always used the excuse that the time had not yet come.

So long, to the point that I did not even know what we were?

Today, she gave me the answer.

Misunderstanding my amnesia and blurting out "I am your boss" was her true thoughts.

The injuries from the car accident were not serious. After staying under observation for three days, the doctor discharged me from the hospital.

Since I used medical insurance, the excess amount from the settlement was returned to Fionna's original account.

She had not shown up or contacted me for three days, so she called me.

"You're being discharged so soon? You didn't even tell me in advance. I have to meet a client today and I don't have time to pick you up."

"Um."

I suppressed the almost blurted out question.

Her location, was traced to be in a hotel.

What was she busy with? It was selfevident.

A male voice sounded. "Fionna, help me take the towel!"

She immediately hung up the phone.

It did not take long for me to notice that she had posted a picture of the ten fingers clasped together on her social media and even tagged me.

That was my hand and hers.

But she did not show my face.

It was a photo that I had wanted to share on my social media countless times over the past five years, but she always rejected it.

I used a secondary account to check on her post and as expected, her post was set to be visible only to me.

Now that I had decided to let go, she was willing to use this method to appease me.

Unfortunately, I did not need it anymore.

She asked me why I had not liked the post yet and looking at her new WhatsApp profile picture, I asked her to delete the status.

Her profile picture could be seen as a romantic one at a glance.

But not with me.

Fionna sent me a few question remarks, but I did not reply.

When I got home, the house was still the same as it was before I left.

It seemed that she had not been back since the concert that night.

I restrained my thoughts and started packing my luggage.

However, in just half a day, the home that had been carefully decorated for five years became much emptier.

Most of them were couple items I bought, but because she was used to having secret relationships, she did not like to wear anything that could show she had a partner.

I also laughed at her for being as cautious as playing Infernal Affairs.

It turned out that in her heart, I had never been her type.

In the middle of packing my luggage, Fionna unexpectedly came back.

"Arthur, what do you mean? I asked you to have dinner, but you didn't answer my phone or reply my text!"

Smelling the faint smell of cigarettes on her body, I quickly reached out to stop her from approaching.

I glanced at the suspicious kiss mark on her neck and said calmly, "I was busy and didn't check my phone."

She glanced around the house irritatingly.

"Don't tell me you're busy tearing the house apart. Don't you know how to take a break after just being discharged from the hospital?"

She pointed to a bag of brandnew items on the floor that she had not had time to throw away.

"Are all of these unnecessary?"

I bent down to pick up the bag and she took it over voluntarily.

"Alright, I'll go throw it away. Please don't buy random things anymore. Are you going to waste your money?"

"Hurry up and change your clothes. I'll take you out for dinner."

I thought it was a good time to talk to her before leaving, so I nodded. "Okay."

From the balcony, I saw that she had thrown those couple items into the trash can without any hesitation.

As worthless as my fiveyear relationship with her.

We came to the restaurant together and she ordered several dishes that we often eat, but she also ordered the bitter dandelion green with garlic I hate the most.

I lost my appetite in an instant and I no longer felt wronged.

"Waiter, please take this dish away and keep it on the order receipt as is."

But Fionna moved the dish in front of her.

"I just didn't accompany you in the hospital, why are you so pretentious? If you had paid attention to where you were walking, you wouldn't have been crashed and rushed to the hospital."

Having seen how she cared about me, it was obvious that she did not love me.

The person who used to worry about me when I had a high fever and cried in the middle of the night on the way to the hospital, now did not even worry about me and left me when I was hospitalized.

The person who knew I hated bitter dandelion green and never bought me anything bitter suddenly ordered bitter dandelion green, just like when we first met five years ago.

I tugged at the corner of my mouth and said lightly, "I hate eating dandellion green. It tastes bad."

"Then why don't you just not eat this dish?"

Her impatience was obvious, but I kept smiling.

"Let's split ...."

Before she could finish her words, a man appeared at the dining table.

"Fionna, after so many years, do you still remember that I love dandellion green?"

I calmly raised my eyes and looked at the man who looked down on me with disdain.

She naturally moved a seat closer and the man sat next to her opposite me.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Fionna's boyfriend, Jeremiah Nolan."

I did not give him any response.

He then took her hand and began to play with it.

"Fionna, why don't you introduce him? He's ...."

Fionna's face did not look very good.

It seemed that the man's sudden appearance caught her off guard.

Her evasive gaze made me laugh.

"I'm an employee of Ms. Simpson's company. There happened to be no seats in the store, so I shared a table."

Fionna looked at me with a shock flashed in her eyes and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, yes, this is one of my employees, Arthur Pritchard."

Jeremiah laughed heartily upon hearing these words.

"Arthur, you must have exceptional abilities. This is the first time I've seen her eat at the same table with a man other than me."

After that, he put the phone aside and pushed it forward casually.

The provocative implication was extraordinarily thick.

I caught a glimpse of his WhatsApp profile picture and confirmed that he was in relationship with Fionna who was still my girlfriend. Cih!

Even the clothes they were wearing today were in the same color, just like highend couple outfits.

Now the two of them were sitting together, with the soft light shining on them and they looked an especially good match.

I put down my spoon and forks and left.

Jeremiah gripped my hand until his nails were almost digging into my flesh where Fionna could not see it.

"Arthur, you left as soon as I arrived. Did I say something wrong? Isn't it enough for me to apologize to you?"

Encountering the red flag guy, I did not have the patience to play along with him, so I just pulled my hand out forcefully.

For no apparent reason, his hand slapped the little girl who was playing nearby.

The little girl was in pain and started crying.

Jeremiah looked a bit panicked and hurriedly apologized to the little girl.

Fionna also quickly apologized to the parents by transferring money.

Unexpectedly, the little girl suddenly pointed at me and said, "It's him! It's him who threw this guy's hand over and hit me! I want him to apologize to me!"

Jeremiah immediately looked like he had been wronged.

"Arthur, I don't know how I offended you. If you are dissatisfied with me, just come to me. Don't hurt innocent people."

Suddenly, people dining around me were pointing and whispering at me.

Fionna glared at me fiercely and said coldly, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and apologize to her! Aren't you ashamed?"

With someone's support, the little girl suddenly ran over and bit my hand, refusing to let go.

The more Jeremiah coaxed the little girl, the harder she bit.

I could not be mean to a child, so I apologized to her.

However, Fionna was not satisfied yet. She could not see my hand was bleeding from biting and stubbornly held me back as I was about to leave.

"Arthur, apologize to Jeremiah!"

Jeremiah advised her with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Fionna, forget it. I'm fine. It's just that the little girl got hit and hurt badly."

She looked at the back of the man's reddened hand and felt extremely sorry.

She turned around and pressed my hand into the hot soup that had just been served.

The soup was not hot, but at least the salty soup with a temperature of over 60 degrees soaked through the bitten area, which was enough to make me feel burning and tingling all over my body.

"Arthur, why are you so vicious? This is a lesson for you!"

"Is that who I am in your heart?"

Even though I already knew the answer in my heart, I still asked this question out of shame.

The farce had provoked criticism from everyone.

"Which one is her boyfriend?"

"Are you stupid? It's obvious that the one being protected is the real boyfriend. Can't you see it in such an obvious couple's outfit?"

When their gaze fell on me, they were full of sympathy.

"Hey Miss, that's enough. If you keep pressing his hand, it will be burned!"

I had a pale face and looked at Fionna with a smile instead of anger. She was rarely flustered when we looked each other.

Finally, she was willing to let go of my hand and left with Jeremiah.

When I got home, she asked the errand boy to deliver me a box of burn ointment.

"Arthur, please don't deliberately seek trouble to target Jeremiah. From now on, I hope you can get along harmoniously."

Was she trying to soothe me with a box of burn ointment and enjoy the happiness of everyone else?

I applied the ointment without replying and she still did not come back the whole night.

The next day when I went to the company, my colleagues looked at me with strange eyes.

Sitting at the workstation, Garvin Agler, who had a good relationship with me, lowered his voice and asked me, "Arthur, they all say you seduced Ms. Simpson and got caught by her boyfriend. Now it's rumored within the company ...."

I took the phone he handed over.

Only then did I realize that someone was also on the restaurant yesterday. They created a new group on fire overnight, discussing my failure to climb the ladder.

Before I could explain, Fionna appeared in front of everyone with Jeremiah.

"Let me introduce to you guys, this is the new department manager, Jeremiah Nolan."

It turned out what Fionna said about I should not cause trouble and get along well with Jeremiah was she brought him over to be my superior.

Suddenly, everyone's gaze fell on me.

Since the previous department manager resigned, I had been in charge of department affairs.

Everyone had already confirmed that choosing a department manager would be a sure thing for me.

Fionna brought Jeremiah into the company group in front of everyone.

The two of them said something in the group one after another.

Anyone who was not blind could tell that their profile pictures were of a couple.

Throughout the morning, everyone in the company was busy gossiping.

I was going to quit my job and go back to inherit the family business anyway, so I did not care if the position that should have belonged to me was taken away.

After sending my resignation letter to the HR Department via email, I took a rare break and went to the pantry to make myself a cup of honey grapefruit tea.

Just as I took a few sips, Jeremiah also came to the pantry.

He brewed a cup of coffee and sat next to me with a victorious posture.

"Arthur, I know that you have been Fionna's secret lover for five years, but I am her real boyfriend. Now that I am back, you, an outsider, should leave wisely. As long as you keep your mouth shut like before, I won't trouble you again."

As he spoke, he played a voice message. It was from the little girl who was trying to win his favor yesterday.

"Sir, did I do a great job? Don't forget the Elsa Princess outfit you promised me, okay?"

I said, how could it be so coincidental.

Looking at his malicious gaze, my intuition told me that I should leave immediately.

But he snatched the teacup from my hand and poured the tea on his face. He then smashed the teacup hard on my foot, shattering into pieces.

The grapefruit tea, which had long gone cold, slid down his face. His wet clothes and messy hair made him look so pitiful.

This bastard was really mean to me.

He blocked me from leaving and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Arthur, what are you doing? Why are you treating me like this?"

Hearing his shouting, colleagues ran over the source of sound.

He did not forget to pour his coffee on his chest as well and then rubbed his neck until it turned red.

I could not stand it anymore and punched him hard.

Hearing the commotion, Fionna rushed over and saw me, unscathed, beating Jeremiah in a disheveled state.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped me.

"Arthur! If you don't want to do this job anymore, get out of here!"

She, who was particularly angry, forcefully pushed me away and immediately helped Jeremiah to the office.

I staggered back and my lower back hit the edge of the table. It hurt so much that I almost cried.

The HR Manager, who was originally hesitant about approving my resignation report, immediately signed it.

Fionna, who was coaxing Jeremiah, did not even read the document and directly approved my resignation.

The Finance Department took advantage of the situation and immediately settled my salary to please Jeremiah, the future "boss' husband".

I still had a lot of customer information that needed to be handed over, so I moved it into a folder and prepared to send it to Fionna.

Unexpectedly, my email address of the company had been deleted.

The only one who had the right to delete the account of a departed employee was Fionna.

I sent the breakup message to her phone, but found out that she even blocked my phone number and WhatsApp.

I left the company with a clear mind, went back to clean up all traces of myself and headed straight to the airport.