Bye, My Irresistible Love

George’s POV: 

After dinner, I video called Helen. She was leaning against the head of the bed. Truly, she looked elegant with her wet hair dripping in the soft, warm light.

 The cockles of my heart seemed to warm up as I looked at her. 

“What are you doing?” I asked casually. I knew that if I didn’t take the initiative to contact her, then she wouldn’t have contacted me. 

“I just took a shower and I am getting ready for bed,” Helen replied while drying her tresses with a towel. Her movements were unrushed and I could see that the pajamas she was wearing were rather conservative. However, my attention was drawn to the diamond-like droplets of water gently falling off the tips of her hair against her delicate and beautiful collarbone. Images of me hugging and kissing her passionately flashed through my mind. “Oh!” I replied in a low, hoarse voice.

 I secretly admired her without saying anything. Neither of us spoke again for a while. Helen kept drying her hair and then suddenly asked, “When will you be coming back to New York?” 

“In a few days.”

 I had promised to accompany my grandpa to have a physical examination and to meet several of my friends. A technology exhibition was scheduled to take place in Washington in a few days’ time and Jane and I were invited to participate in it.

 Therefore, I would still be around for at least a week.

 “I’ll also have to go back to work by then.”

 “I guess.” 

schedule was to accompany my grandpa to meet a whole lot of people with different agendas. Sometimes, my grandpa would send

of the blue, my mother asked me accompany her to a lunch party. It wasn’t too much of a big deal for me so I agreed. Before I

personal life in the following year. My mother had booked a French restaurant. As soon as I walked in, I noticed a young woman, roughly my age, sitting at the table. It didn’t take me long to realize

a few introductory words, my mother left with her mother on the pretext of needing to use the washroom. I was now

frowned inwardly and glanced at her indifferently. The woman looked at me gracefully with a light smile on

my name just now. I am Josie Burke. I’m so pleased

See me again?” I couldn’t for the life of me remember seeing her before, but judging by

we went to the same kindergarten as children and also in the same class in the first grade of primary school. But then, when my

memory of it. Her surname was somewhat familiar though. It reminded me of someone who had worked

if she was not angry with my indifference. She seemed pretty cool in

my mother’s expectations. After all, for my mother, it was a marriage between

so I turned to enjoy my foie gras, completely ignoring Josie. Seriously, I behaved as if she didn’t even exist. This was my last compromise. Silence was my last respect for my mother’s secret arrangement of the blind

rude to Josie in a moment of irritation. I couldn’t pretend to be interested while I was really not. I was even losing my smile, my politeness and my patience. At first, she tried to find some random topics to talk

our conversation was far from pleasant. Finally, the smile at the corners of her mouth faded.

I put down my knife and fork roughly and showed

and explained patiently, “No, that’s not what I mean. I just didn’t expect to go on a