Chapter 1 Love faded, let's break up

All friends in the circle know that Myrna Wagner loves Ansel terribly .

She loved him so much that she had no life of her own, no space of her own, and wished she could revolve around him 24 hours a day.

Every time we break up, within three days, he would come back and ask for reconciliation.

Anyone in the world could say the word "break up", except Myrna .

When Ansel Howard came in with his new love, the room was eerily quiet for five seconds.

Myrna paused while peeling the orange. "Why aren't you talking? Why are you looking at me?"

" Myrna ..." My friend gave me a worried look.

Ansel hugged the woman as if nothing had happened and sat directly on the sofa. "Happy birthday, Gavin ."

Blatantly and as if nothing happened.

Myrna stood up. It was Gavin's birthday and she didn't want to make it too awkward.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

When she closed the door, she heard someone chatting inside.

" Ansel , Myrna is here. Didn't I inform you in advance? Why did you bring her here?"

"That's right! Ansel , you've gone too far this time."

"It doesn't matter." Ansel let go of the woman's delicate waist and lit a cigarette for himself.

In the rising white mist, he had a smile on his face , like a playboy playing in the world.

Myrna didn't hear the rest of the conversation .

She calmly went to the bathroom, and while putting on makeup, she looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly curled her lips.

“It’s really ugly.”

Living an ugly life.

Myrna took a deep breath and made a decision in her heart.

But when she returned to the private room and opened the door, the scene she saw made her unable to help but grip the door handle tightly, almost breaking her defense.

Ansel was pressing his lips against the woman's delicate ones, his saliva soaking the tissue between them.

Everyone around laughed and cheered——

"Damn! Ansel really knows how to play!"

“It’s pasted on! It’s pasted on!”

"The atmosphere is already set, let's give everyone a kiss !"

Myrna 's hand was shaking as she gripped the door handle.

This was the man she had loved for six years. At this moment, she only felt irony.

"Hey, stop playing..." someone reminded quietly and pointed to the door.

Everyone looked over.

" M , Myrna , you're back? We were just joking, don't mind..."

Ansel interrupted his explanation and looked over calmly: " Myrna , it happens that you are here today, so let's talk about it."

"Well, go ahead."

"It's been boring going back and forth over the years, and things have become distant between us."

Myrna clenched her fingers, her nails digging into her palms, but she seemed to feel no pain.

Haha, six years of love finally ended up with the word "fade".

" Susie is a good girl, I want to give her a name."

Myrna nodded numbly: "Okay."

"Although we have broken up, we are still friends. If you have any difficulties in the capital in the future, you can still come to me."

"No need," Myrna forced out a smile, very lightly, "Since we're done, let's do it cleanly, and it will be fair to the girl."

Ansel raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.

" Gavin ," Myrna looked at Gavin , the protagonist of today's game , "Happy birthday. Have fun everyone, I'm leaving now. I peeled the oranges on the table, everyone eat them, don't waste them."

Ansel doesn't like to eat fruit, except oranges.

will not eat unless all the white fibers are picked out from every petal .

In order to let him supplement vitamins with one piece of fruit every day, Myrna peeled and tore the pulp, put it on a plate and sent it to him over the years.

Ansel is happy, he will hug her and act coquettishly: "My girlfriend is so nice, how come she is so virtuous?"

"Do you want me to marry you?"

He always knew what she wanted but never offered to give it to her.

Ansel : “I’ll ask the driver to take you.”

"No, I called a taxi."

Gavin : “ Myrna , I’ll walk you to the door.”

Myrna waved her hand to decline and turned to leave.

" Ansel , look at what's going on... I think Myrna is really angry this time."

"Not really, not really."

"That's right! How many times have they quarreled? Every time, Myrna would come back obediently after a few days, and act like nothing happened at the next party."

"I'll bet five days this time."

"Six days for me."

Ansel glanced at the open door of the private room and smiled coldly: "I bet she will come back to me in three hours."

"Yes, Ansel wins hands down. The whole world knows that Myrna loves him madly."

"Why don't you think there is a woman who is so devoted to me?"

"Just you? Get out of here right now!"

"Hahaha……"

…

It was already early morning when we returned to the villa.

Myrna spent half an hour packing her luggage.

She has lived here for three years, and now everything she wants to take away can fit in a small suitcase.

She left all the designer clothes and jewelry in her closet untouched.

The only pity is the wall of professional books.

But fortunately, the content is in her mind, so the carrier is not that important.

Glancing over the dresser, Myrna walked over and opened the drawer.

There was a check inside for 50 million.

Under the check was a document - "Transfer Contract for Plot 3-5, No. 72 Dongjiao".

Although it is in the suburbs, it is conservatively estimated to be worth 20 million.

Ansel signed both items . They were left behind by Ansel when the two broke up and have been kept in a drawer ever since.

He was sure that Myrna would not dare to accept it, because if she did, the relationship would be completely over.

70 million in exchange for six years?

Myrna suddenly felt that it was not a loss.

How many women can get so much for their youth consumption?

She put both items into her bag.

If someone gives it to you, why don’t you want it?

Even if the love is gone, at least there is still money.

She is not the naive and innocent heroine in the domineering CEO literature who regards money as dirt.

"Hello, is this a cleaning company? Do you accept urgent orders?"

"...Yes, I'll pay extra for the cleaning."

Myrna left her keys at the entrance, got in a taxi, and went straight to her bestie's house.

On the way, the cleaning lady called again to confirm——

"Miss, don't you want all these things anymore?"

"Well, you handle it as you see fit."

Then he hung up.

Ansel got home, and the cleaning staff had already finished cleaning up and left.

The pungent smell of perfume on his body gave him a headache, so he loosened his collar and planned to sit on the sofa, but he ended up falling asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I heard the familiar sound of dishes colliding in the kitchen.

He threw back the blanket and sat up, rubbing his temple while reaching for the cup of water.

Unexpectedly, he got nothing and his hand stopped above the coffee table.

Then he curled the corner of his mouth again. The person is back and the blanket has been covered. Why not prepare sobering tea for him?

Have you not gotten tired of this kind of "incomplete confrontation" after so many years? Haha...

Ansel stood up: "Your best today..."

" Mr. , are you awake?"

" Faith ?"

"Wash yourself up first, and then you can have breakfast in two minutes. By the way, is it not cold when you sleep? I turned on the heater, but I felt uneasy, so I added another blanket."

"……Um."