Then, I would lower my voice and apologize.

I was destined to lose in this relationship.

As I walked out of the estate, Skyler's delicate voice rang out behind me.

"Foster, Juniper is mad. You should go comfort her."

Foster laughed dismissively, gently massaging her lower abdomen.

"It's okay. She's obedient to me. I'll sweet-talk her later."

In the hospital, I endured the painful rash on my neck while working.

I was about to finish my IV drip when I received a call from my brother, as expected.

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled. "Juniper, you lost."

Six years ago, I was in a car accident when I returned home to attend a friend's party.

Trapped in the car, Foster rescued me at the risk of his own life.

Since then, I fell in love with him at first sight, hopelessly.

After graduating, I decided to stay in the country despite my family's objections.

I was willing to work as Foster's secretary at his company, taking care of him.

My brother had always disliked him and didn't believe in our love.

But I was obsessed with him and couldn't listen to any advice.

So I confidently made a bet with my brother.

We bet that Foster wouldn't fall in love with someone else within seven years.

If he lost, he would give me ten percent of the equity as a dowry.

If I lost, I would listen to him and go home for blind dates.

This time, Foster's proposal went viral, and it was hard for my brother not to know.

My relationship with Foster ended in the sixth year.

I accepted my defeat, paused, and replied.

"Yeah, I'll fly back for blind dates after my trip in three days."

That night, when I dragged my tired body back to the hotel.

I saw Foster in my room.

The company came to Colmar for team building, and my colleagues and I stayed in a hotel.

Foster, who was a neat freak, lived alone in his estate.

Hearing movement at the door.

The man asked coldly without looking up, "Where did you go?"

Taking off my shoes, I casually replied, "Nowhere."

I didn't elaborate, and Foster didn't care.

He casually handed over a pink gift box.

"Skyler picked this gift for you. See how sensible she is."

"Handle the trending news as soon as possible."

"Don't affect her reputation. She can't be stimulated now."

I opened the gift box and saw a green preserved flower.

If I remembered correctly.

Foster sent her ninety-nine different colored flowers yesterday.

Skyler complained in her WeChat moments that the green one was the ugliest.

As a result, Foster turned around and gave it to me today.

I said 'Mmm' indifferently and put it aside without saying anything else.

Foster noticed that my mood was off and explained it.

"Are you angry? I really don't have anything with Skyler..."

As he walked closer, I was assaulted by the smell of alcohol.

Mixed with Skyler's favorite jasmine perfume.

I glanced at the red marks on his collar under his messy clothes.

I pushed him away imperceptibly, pretending to get water.

I answered first, "I know. You and her have nothing to do with each other."

I paused and added, "I'm not angry."

I'd already memorized his answer.

Every time he left me for Skyler, he would explain it this way.

"She's just a friend. If there was something between us, it would have happened already."

But Foster exploded when he heard my words.

His brows furrowed impatiently.

He asked in a cold voice, "Then what's your attitude now?"

"Knowing that there's nothing going on, you're still giving me attitude?"

I was a little helpless.

Was he giving me attitude just because I didn't agree with him?

Taking a deep breath, I was about to speak.

His phone rang with Skyler's exclusive ringtone.

Foster glared at me and turned to answer the phone gently.

"Foster, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable."

"Can you come and see me and take me to the hospital?"

"Okay, you wait for me. I'll be right there!"