Chap 13: how to respect

Dahlia's POV

In a blink of an eye, I saw Gideon's eyes flash with surprise but quickly regained his usual calmness. His voice remained steady:

"Why ask like that?"

I laugh. I'm asking myself the same thing. Why would I ask him such a stupid question?

If Gideon had a little respect for me, Baron would not dare to hit me, Mrs. Evans would not treat me harshly, nor would Faye dare to openly come to Evans' house to enjoy all the privileges as if she were his official wife.

It seems Gideon is starting to get a little frustrated:

“What do you want to call respect?”

I know Gideon doesn't like me like this. I am not the same as usual. Before, every time we met, I was always attached to him, not wanting to be separated from him for even a second. I will be in his chest, gently telling him how much I miss him. I will also smile sweetly, close my eyes, tiptoe to kiss him.

Those past incentives did not appear tonight.

Gideon looked at me, a cold air radiated around him. Perhaps he still thought I was being childishly angry, deliberately lengthening the distance between us.

I feel I don't need to negotiate with a trader, because I basically have no chance of winning.

“Even what respect is, you don't know…”

Gideon lowered his voice, I knew he was no longer happy at this point:

“Say, what do you think you want me to respect you for? Or is there someone who doesn't respect you right now?"

I sighed:

“You really… can't even let people say a complete sentence… You always say things that break hearts.”

My heart is truly dead:

“We should break u-”

The phone suddenly rang, interrupting my voice. Gideon's eyes quickly left my face, receiving the call before I finished speaking.

Gideon spoke very briefly to the phone call that had just come in: "Let's talk later about what's going on."

As soon as he put the phone in his pocket, he stretched out his hand towards me, signaling me to continue. I sat motionless. We struggled with each other's minds for a while. After that, Gideon couldn't bear it anymore, raised his eyebrows, his voice trying to suppress his unpleasant nature:

“Haven't you caused enough trouble?”

I looked silent for a moment, then said a heavy sentence: "Gideon Evans, let's break up."

Gideon's eyes focused on my face, saying nothing, just looking at me, as if not paying attention to the seriousness of my words just now: "Break up?"

His face was cold, it was impossible to see if he was happy or angry. Even so, I still nodded resolutely:

“I don't want to like you anymore.”

Gideon half-smiled, his forehead slightly wrinkled, showing that his patience had reached its limit:

“I don't know if there's anything about the Evans family that doesn't satisfy you. If you want something, make a list and give it to the housekeeper. He will help you.”

Eight years of passionately loving Gideon. In addition to pain, I am still in pain. I held my forehead, wanting to reassure myself. Right now I'm so angry, I want to pull down Gideon's mask of arrogance and self-righteousness.

"No need! I left all the gifts you gave me before at the Evans house. You guys can do whatever you want. It's up to you to handle it.”

I used all the strength of my whole body and mind. Even though my heart was tormented, I still made the final decision. But it seemed that in Gideon's eyes, I was just performing a circus act, anh because I wanted to attract his attention, I tried every trick.

Gideon's tone lost all patience: "During this business trip, I left you alone. In the future, I will pay attention to this.”

This was the first time Gideon Evans bowed before me and explained to me. But I shook my head:

“No, Gideon Evans… what I mean is… we don't have our future.”

I continued to add: "I don't like you anymore, and I don't want to go back to the Evans house."

Like a fish jumping out of the water, I used up all my energy: "From now on... we will each be strong and take care of each ourselves."

After saying the words, I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. I secretly looked over at him.

The tall man's body stood under the light of the lamp in the living room, his broad spine blocking most of the light, creating a dark shadow in the room.

Air pressure becomes extremely low. I still courageously turned towards the light, facing him.

The arrogant voice came from the darkness: "Do you know what you're saying?"

Of course I know what I'm talking about. The words "break up" have been cherished by me for more than two months, perhaps even longer than that, probably more than a few years.

The figure in front gradually approached. Each step forced me backwards, giving me no way to escape. By the time my back touched the tea table, the frequency of oppression surrounded me. I can easily feel that Gideon is angry and difficult to control.

It's been a long time since Gideon was mad. In the past two years, he has become more and more quiet, his habit of happy, sad, and angry emotions no longer shows on his face. I also don't see him angry.

To be honest, I also intended to test what my status in Gideon's heart was like. But this man is indifferent to everything. And I didn't dare to do it, because I was afraid he would be angry.

I've followed Gideon for many years, and it seems like it's become a mark deeply engraved on my life. As long as Gideon is angry, I will definitely be weak.

The pressure is getting stronger and stronger. I opened my mouth with difficulty:

"You do not love me. We don't need to waste each other's time anymore."

These are my honest words. Sometimes when others have insulted me for many years, I will also doubt myself whether it is really because of me that Gideon does not come home all year round like that. But then thinking back, the relationship between him and I is not that important. If it wasn't because of me that he didn't return to the Evans house, it wouldn't have been a fake story that he left me alone for three years.

I think breaking up needs to give the other person a little face, so I lower my voice and explain softly:

“Having been together with you for several years, I can see that you are not happy at all. To be honest, I'm not happy either..."

We've been together for eight years, except for that crazy period, we get along extremely well. Especially in recent years, Gideon's career has begun to grow. We are forever two poles of the sea and ocean, never on the same path.

We can't see each other a few times a year, nor can we say a few words to each other.

Gideon heard that and directly interrupted my words, his voice more steadfast:

“Do you regret it?”