He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 39: Chapter 39
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He ignored the devastation in my eyes.
Through the cigarette smoke, he said flatly:
"Savannah, the wedding's getting postponed."
I didn't argue.
Instead, I stripped off the wedding dress right in front of him and cut it to shreds with scissors.
He stubbed out his cigarette, hands in his pockets, watching silently.
"I think you need to cool off."
And that was it. Four months of radio silence, except for the occasional work email.
I was dead serious about breaking up.
He thought I was just throwing a tantrum that would blow over.
After Kieran finished coddling Isabelle, he casually returned to our call.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
I took a deep breath.
"Kieran, we broke up. Remember?"
His gentle voice drifted through the phone again.
"Bella, it's windy—step away from the window."
That was it. I was done.
I hung up.
When he called back, I silenced my phone and tossed it into the couch cushions.
An hour later, I found a string of texts and three missed calls.
All from overseas. Contact name: [Clingy Boyfriend].
[Babe, how about honeymooning in Switzerland?]
[You're ignoring me now? I'm officially mad.]
[Ignoring my calls too? That's just mean.]
[Fine. Starting my silent treatment. Right now.]
True to form—radio silence for exactly ten minutes.
Then more texts flooded in.
[Never mind, you're probably busy. Totally normal to not respond.]
[Silent treatment is childish anyway. Real men don't pull that crap.]
[Just send me a period when you see this. Anything.]
[Please?]
I nearly burst out laughing.
Who would believe it? The guy everyone called ice-cold and ruthless was secretly this adorable?
All my irritation from Kieran's call just melted away.
I sent back a simple [.]
Then: [Sounds perfect. You pick.]
Suddenly remembered—when I moved out four months ago, I'd left my passport in Kieran's bedroom closet.
Next day after work, I swung by to grab it.
The person who answered wasn't Mrs.Wilson, the housekeeper.
It was Kieran.
They were back already?
He looked me over, moved to hug me. I stepped back.
He shrugged it off, digging through his suitcase.
"Got you some things."
Limited edition mug, pink diamond ring, plus a chubby cat plushie that he tossed into my arms with a grin.
A sweet voice piped up behind him.
"I helped pick everything out!"
"He's such a typical guy—no clue what girls actually like."
She fingered the matching pink diamond necklace around her throat, pouting:
"He's so sweet to you, Savannah. You get the big rock, I only got this tiny thing."
Kieran chuckled, booping her nose. "Didn't you say you loved that 'delicate little gem'?"
Isabelle stuck out her tongue playfully.
I wasn't in the mood for their rom-com routine. "If it's too small, just wear the big ring instead."
"Then cuddle the cat plushie while sipping from the limited mug. Really embrace your inner pick-me."
Kieran's brow furrowed.
"Savannah, what's with the attitude?"
Isabelle bit her lip, glancing down at the fluffy bunny slippers on her feet.
"Are you mad I borrowed your slippers, Savannah?"
Oh right. Forgot to throw those out when I moved.
I smiled. "Of course not. If you enjoy wearing other people's cast-offs, knock yourself out."
Isabelle's face went pale, tears welling up.
She grabbed her suitcase,and started making her grand exit.
"I should just go, find a hotel. I can't stay here anymore."
"I don't want people calling me a 'pick-me'... My mom wouldn't want that for me."
At the mention of her mother, Kieran's expression darkened.
He spoke to Isabelle but kept his eyes locked on me.
"You're not going anywhere. I decide who stays in my house."
"Savannah, Bella's staying here for a while. You got a problem with that?"
I almost laughed out loud. "Zero problems. None of my business anyway."
I headed upstairs, grabbed my passport, and came back down.
Isabelle watched me like I might pounce.
I felt bad for her. "Relax. We're not competing for anything anymore. Including him."
I gave Mrs.Wilson a warm hug.
She'd been so good to me over the years.
"This is goodbye. Won't be coming back."
Kieran stared at me, confused. "Where are you going?"
His face hardened. "Savannah, aren't you a little old for the whole runaway routine?"
I nearly choked. "Who said anything about running away?"
Mrs.Wilson, who'd been quietly watching, finally spoke up.
"Sir, Miss Savannah moved out four months ago."
"You... didn't know?"
Through the cigarette smoke, he said flatly:
"Savannah, the wedding's getting postponed."
I didn't argue.
Instead, I stripped off the wedding dress right in front of him and cut it to shreds with scissors.
He stubbed out his cigarette, hands in his pockets, watching silently.
"I think you need to cool off."
And that was it. Four months of radio silence, except for the occasional work email.
I was dead serious about breaking up.
He thought I was just throwing a tantrum that would blow over.
After Kieran finished coddling Isabelle, he casually returned to our call.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
I took a deep breath.
"Kieran, we broke up. Remember?"
His gentle voice drifted through the phone again.
"Bella, it's windy—step away from the window."
That was it. I was done.
I hung up.
When he called back, I silenced my phone and tossed it into the couch cushions.
An hour later, I found a string of texts and three missed calls.
All from overseas. Contact name: [Clingy Boyfriend].
[Babe, how about honeymooning in Switzerland?]
[You're ignoring me now? I'm officially mad.]
[Ignoring my calls too? That's just mean.]
[Fine. Starting my silent treatment. Right now.]
True to form—radio silence for exactly ten minutes.
Then more texts flooded in.
[Never mind, you're probably busy. Totally normal to not respond.]
[Silent treatment is childish anyway. Real men don't pull that crap.]
[Just send me a period when you see this. Anything.]
[Please?]
I nearly burst out laughing.
Who would believe it? The guy everyone called ice-cold and ruthless was secretly this adorable?
All my irritation from Kieran's call just melted away.
I sent back a simple [.]
Then: [Sounds perfect. You pick.]
Suddenly remembered—when I moved out four months ago, I'd left my passport in Kieran's bedroom closet.
Next day after work, I swung by to grab it.
The person who answered wasn't Mrs.Wilson, the housekeeper.
It was Kieran.
They were back already?
He looked me over, moved to hug me. I stepped back.
He shrugged it off, digging through his suitcase.
"Got you some things."
Limited edition mug, pink diamond ring, plus a chubby cat plushie that he tossed into my arms with a grin.
A sweet voice piped up behind him.
"I helped pick everything out!"
"He's such a typical guy—no clue what girls actually like."
She fingered the matching pink diamond necklace around her throat, pouting:
"He's so sweet to you, Savannah. You get the big rock, I only got this tiny thing."
Kieran chuckled, booping her nose. "Didn't you say you loved that 'delicate little gem'?"
Isabelle stuck out her tongue playfully.
I wasn't in the mood for their rom-com routine. "If it's too small, just wear the big ring instead."
"Then cuddle the cat plushie while sipping from the limited mug. Really embrace your inner pick-me."
Kieran's brow furrowed.
"Savannah, what's with the attitude?"
Isabelle bit her lip, glancing down at the fluffy bunny slippers on her feet.
"Are you mad I borrowed your slippers, Savannah?"
Oh right. Forgot to throw those out when I moved.
I smiled. "Of course not. If you enjoy wearing other people's cast-offs, knock yourself out."
Isabelle's face went pale, tears welling up.
She grabbed her suitcase,and started making her grand exit.
"I should just go, find a hotel. I can't stay here anymore."
"I don't want people calling me a 'pick-me'... My mom wouldn't want that for me."
At the mention of her mother, Kieran's expression darkened.
He spoke to Isabelle but kept his eyes locked on me.
"You're not going anywhere. I decide who stays in my house."
"Savannah, Bella's staying here for a while. You got a problem with that?"
I almost laughed out loud. "Zero problems. None of my business anyway."
I headed upstairs, grabbed my passport, and came back down.
Isabelle watched me like I might pounce.
I felt bad for her. "Relax. We're not competing for anything anymore. Including him."
I gave Mrs.Wilson a warm hug.
She'd been so good to me over the years.
"This is goodbye. Won't be coming back."
Kieran stared at me, confused. "Where are you going?"
His face hardened. "Savannah, aren't you a little old for the whole runaway routine?"
I nearly choked. "Who said anything about running away?"
Mrs.Wilson, who'd been quietly watching, finally spoke up.
"Sir, Miss Savannah moved out four months ago."
"You... didn't know?"
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