5
On Monday at work, Lucas left his spare phone at home, so I went to his company to deliver it to him.
On the way, someone called.
I looked at the contact name: ZZ.
How intimate.
All these years, he has only ever called me by my full name.
Vivian, Vivian.
When my mom named me, she probably hoped I would live a peaceful and worry–free life.
Regrettably, I got brain cancer before turning 30, failing to live up to her expectations.
Come to think of it, my family has a history of tumors. My mom, my aunt, and my great–grandmother all died of cancer, and they all passed
away very young.
When I arrived at the company, Zoe stopped me, distant but polite, “The CEO is in a meeting, please wait for a moment.”
Zoe was his university classmate and became his secretary after graduation.
She handles all of Lucas’s affairs, big and small.
The two of them spend more time together every day than I do with Lucas.
What bothers me is that they dated briefly during university.
Although it wasn’t for long, it has always been a thorn in my heart.
In Lucas and my shared social circle, everyone thinks I’m willful and possessive in front of him, not allowing any girl to get close to him.
But I don’t dare to even suggest firing Zoe.
I still vividly remember how reluctant Lucas was to break up with Zoe.
At that time, Lucas was utterly dejected, looking at me coldly with an expression I had never seen before, “Do you only know how to use my
parents to force me?”
His voice was hoarse, and I even thought I saw tears in his eyes.
Did he like her that much?
That time, I was stunned for a long while.
He’s usually so reserved, I had never seen him care about someone so much before.
In the past, I might have thrown a tantrum, waiting until the meeting was over to see Lucas come out, then deliberately show affection in front
of Zoe.
But this time, I handed the spare phone to Zoe, asking her to return it to Lucas after the meeting.
I nodded slightly to her and turned to leave.
There was a hint of surprise on Zoe’s face.
