[I'm back. Do you still want me?] Staring at the text from my first love, I sank into memories and contemplation. Jason snatched my phone away, frowning deeply. "Why are you snooping on my phone?" "I told you, Seraphina is the most important person to me." Seeing my silence, he added, "Of course, I won't divorce you." My eyebrow twitched. He seemed to have misunderstood. "That's my phone you're holding." Jason's face suddenly turned very ugly. "Who is this guy?" 1 [I'm back. Do you still want me?] Aside from this sentence, there was no other information, but I roughly knew who it was from. Thinking of that face, I involuntarily fell into memories. I didn't even notice when Jason walked up behind me. He snatched my phone, brows furrowed. "Chloe, since when did you pick up the habit of snooping on other people's phones?" I saw a hint of disgust in his eyes. Before, he was at most indifferent or dismissive towards me. He had never been so emotionally expressive... "I told you, Seraphina is the most important person to me." I blinked. Did he tell me voluntarily? Wasn't it because I accidentally overheard their phone call? He only confessed when he couldn't hide it anymore. And that was after we got married. No, that wasn't even a confession; it was a notification. Seeing I didn't speak, he added another sentence. "Of course, I won't divorce you." My eyebrow twitched. His misunderstanding was thorough. I couldn't help but remind him. "You're holding my phone." Jason swiped up. Only that text message was there. Indeed, it wasn't his phone. Jason's expression suddenly became very ugly. "Who is this guy?" 2 I knew that in this situation, the more I tried to hide it, the more suspicious Jason would be. So I explained frankly. "Should be my ex." Jason's grip on the phone tightened. I reminded him again before he swapped phones with me. I couldn't blame him for the mistake; our phones looked identical. Even the text message was word-for-word the same. His Seraphina had sent him the exact same line: [I'm back. Do you still want me?] What a coincidence. The only difference was the date, a small line of text, easy to miss. Jason, who was in a hurry to leave, suddenly stopped. He sat on the sofa, seemingly casually interrogating me. "He's your ex?" Although I had already answered him, I nodded. "Yes, my ex." Actually, also my first love, childhood sweetheart, fiancé by arrangement. "How long did you date?" "A little over a year." If dating counts from the first kiss, we really only dated for a little over a year. "When did you break up?" "2019." The year before Jason and I got married. Time flies; in the blink of an eye, Jason and I have been married for almost five years. Jason's body gradually relaxed, as if he felt the man on the other end of the phone wasn't much of a threat. "It's almost our fifth anniversary, let's go to..." "Does what you said about us playing our own games still count?" Jason and I spoke at the same time and froze at the same time. He stared at the tips of his shoes, lost in thought. I had to speak first. "Where did you want to go just now?" "To the old family house." I said "Oh." Good thing I didn't overthink it. If it were before, I would have definitely thought he wanted to celebrate our anniversary with me. Jason fell silent again. I looked at half of his face in the shadow. No expression, no emotion visible. I gathered my courage and asked again. "Does what you said, about playing our own games, still count?" 3 He said this himself two months ago. Maybe annoyed by my questioning, he said: "Can you stop staring at me all the time? If it really doesn't work, we can just play our own games. You go find someone outside too." At that time, I was so hurt I could barely breathe. But now, I was actually somewhat glad he said those words. They say time is the best director. It won't let anyone go, but once you learn to go with the flow, it brings you some unexpected surprises. Jason laughed ambiguously. "Counts. Of course it counts." He stood up and strode away. Before his hand touched the doorknob, he stopped. He didn't turn back, but his voice came clearly. "Although I said we could play our own games." "You are still my wife. Don't be too flashy." I responded obediently, "Okay." Anyway, I'll use him as the standard. I definitely won't be setting off fireworks all over the city or getting into fistfights at banquets like him. Jason turned back to look at me. "You'd better inform the other party clearly in advance that you are married." "Otherwise, if a scandal breaks out, it won't be good for either of our families." I nodded. His reminder was valid. I would tell him. I looked at Jason; he still showed no sign of leaving. "Do you have anything else to say?" His fingers unconsciously tapped his pants leg twice. "What's his name?" "I don't mean anything else, I'm just afraid you'll be scammed..." I interrupted him. "Perry Pierce." "The CEO of Pierce Tech? Peter Pierce's son?" "Should be." I didn't know if he was the CEO of Pierce Tech, but Uncle Pierce's name was indeed Peter. This time, Jason didn't stay any longer and left without looking back. 4 Jason sat in the car, feeling irritable. But he didn't know what he was annoyed about. Thinking of Perry Pierce, he felt relieved. He knew this person, had interacted with him once or twice. His background and looks were not inferior to his own, and he founded Pierce Tech single-handedly. Apart from his own abilities, he was also a man of pride and principles. Sending such a message, he probably didn't know Chloe was married. Such a person wouldn't do something so bottomless for Chloe. Moreover, Chloe didn't have that kind of charm. The phone rang; it was Seraphina calling. He had promised to take her to a newly opened restaurant today. After three rings, he answered. "Something came up suddenly. I'll take you next time." Although Seraphina was a bit unhappy, she sensibly told him to busy himself with his own affairs first. See, this was the woman he liked. He liked Seraphina, who was considerate, pure, and kind, not a woman like Chloe who was sharp and insisted on piercing through everything.
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