Evie stared at me. I saw suspicion in her eyes. I could tell that she didn't believe my explanation.
"Hollie, we are best friends. I don't want you to hide anything from me."
Looking into my eyes, she said these words seriously.
Looking at her concerned eyes, I was a little moved. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell her my relationship with Brandon, but if Evie knew about my shameful relationship with Brandon, she would definitely look down on me.
After thinking about it for a long time, I still chose to hide it. "Evie, you're thinking too much. I really have nothing to do with Brandon. You know that we are best friends. I won't lie to you no matter what happens, right?"
I explained quickly. Although I looked unusually calm on the surface, my heart was already in a panic.
Evie stared into my eyes for a long time. I pretended to be calm and looked at her. I didn't want to show my guilt.
After a long time, she sighed in exasperation, and then looked at me and said, "Since you don't want to tell me, I won't force you. But Hollie, I hope you can sort out your priorities. If you really want to get married to Dylan, then don't get too close with Brandon."
Although Evie was reminding me, I knew that she had almost guessed the relationship between Brandon and me.
"Thank you, Evie."
I looked into her eyes and spoke in a serious tone.
In the evening, I lay on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. I kept thinking about what Brandon had done to me today, and my mood became more and more agitated.
I didn't know who I was to Brandon. Had he pulled me away from Dylan today because he was jealous, or was it because he was just possessive?
Shaking my head in frustration, I forced myself to stop thinking about Brandon. I kept telling myself in my heart that I must not let Brandon influence my decisions.
My most important task now was to find a suitable partner to get married to. There was no future between me and Brandon, so I had to cut him off.
Thinking of this, I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep.
In the next few days, I went to work as usual. Brandon seemed to disappear into thin air and had never contact me. During this period, I almost called him several times, but I managed to stop myself just in time.
Sometimes I would scold myself for being so desperate. This was the best outcome for our relationship. Why did I have the urge to find trouble for myself?
In the past few days, not only did Brandon not contact me, but even Dylan did not call me. In fact, I was not really looking forward to meeting him. I was just worried. It was not easy to find a suitable husband among so many people. If I let him go like this, I would have to look for another one.
Picking up my phone, I found Dylan's number and hesitated, wondering if I should call him.
The last time we met, Dylan said that he wanted to try to date me, but it had been so long since our last date. He didn't contact me again. Did he give up on me because of Brandon?
The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. After taking a deep breath, I finally made up my mind to call Dylan.
After the phone was connected, Dylan was a little surprised to hear my voice. Maybe he thought I wouldn't take the initiative to call him.
"Mr Moss, do you have time now? Is it convenient for you to meet?"
I then asked Dylan out and waited for his answer nervously.
"Okay, let's meet at the cafe we met last time."
Things went better than I imagined. I had thought that Dylan wouldn't want to date me since he didn't contact me for so many days, but he had agreed to the date immediately. I was relieved.
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