Overflow With Fake Love

The corner of Gabriel's mouth curled up, "I didn't tell him that you were married.You can explain it to him yourself"
"Why do I need to explain to him?"
Amy turned around coldly and strode away.
The young man in her heart, who used to be like the blue moon, had fallen into the secular world.
Only now did she realize that the past was short, and there was no way back.
The craziest and most persistent love was long gone.
Just like her and Carlos, they became strangers, which was the same case of Gabriel and Judith.
Gabriel covered his stomach and trembled slightly in pain.
He took the painkillers from the side with trembling fingers, put them into his mouth one by one.
He chewed them up without drinking any water.
The bitterness spread in his mouth, and the sharp pain was finally relieved.
He stood up, pulled off the bed sheet that Amy had laid on, and threw them on the ground like garbage.
Then he laid himself down on it, curled up, and fell asleep.
Amy walked downstairs and fumbled her phone.
Luckily, it was in her pocket.
The car was parked at the entrance of the supermarket, so she had to take a taxi to the supermarket first.
She sighed before getting into the taxi.
It was the female driver who gave her a pack of napkins, "Wipe the water.”
Amy thanked her, took it, and wiped her neck.In Gabriel's eyes, there was no such thing as a woman.He still didn't know why he
betrayed Judith.He loved her so much back then.

All his gentleness, uneasiness, and evilness were given to Judith.But in the end, he abandoned her and dated another woman.It
was ridiculous.
The love in a man's mouth was indeed short-lived.The taxi stopped at the entrance of the supermarket.
When she saw the car she had driven out, she breathed a sigh of relief.
After paying the bill, she opened the door and walked down, thinking that she was here anyway.
It was only 40 minutes since she came out.
She should go to the supermarket to buy something and go back to coax that indifferent man.
Amy almost touched herself at the thought of this.
At this time, she still remembered Paul.
She went to the supermarket to buy some fresh fruit.
Thinking that there was still milk at home, she could make a handmade yogurt cake and sprinkle some fruit on it.
She thought perfectly.
When she got home, Paul did not go downstairs.
He was probably still busy with his work in the study.
Amy sighed and resigned herself to the kitchen.
Paul came out of the study with a glass in his hand.
When he heard the sound coming from below, he frowned and walked down.
As soon as he reached the kitchen door, he saw Amy stirring eggs in an apron.
She lowered her head slightly, and a few strands of hair floated down.
The tip of her nose flushed with sweat.
Seemingly sensing someone coming, Amy looked up with a gleam in her eyes.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard Paul speak.
"Last time you hurt your leg, I hugged you""
What did he mean by giving such an incoherent statement? She was astonished.
Just as she was wondering, she heard a cold sentence, "Very serious."
Amy was so angry that she almost threw the blender on the ground.Did he mean to let her go on a diet? She wasn't making
supper for herself tonight.
Amy's face turned grim with anger.
"I want to make you a yogurt cake and have bought some fruit."
As she spoke, she held the mango in her hand and showed it to him.
Paul frowned in disgust, "I'm allergic to mangoes."
This was like a knife stabbing straight into Amy's heart.
She was disappointed and suddenly felt that this man was really not easy to coax.
"If you want to please me, you should at least find out what I like to eat."
He took the water from the side and went upstairs after speaking.
Amy dejectedly threw everything she had stirred into the sewer and the mangoes into the trash can.
The plan to coax this indifferent man failed.
Living with Paul would shorten her life.
Fortunately, there were only two years.She could endure it.
It was getting late, and she was exhausted.She went back to her room.
The next day was a weekend, so she didn't have to go to work.
It was rare for her to sleep in.

When she went downstairs, Paul was still in the villa.
Normally, he would have gone out a long time ago.
Paul was seriously flipping through the documents when he saw her go downstairs and throw one of the books at her.
Amy picked it up in confusion and flipped through a few pages.
Her mouth twitched.
This was a collection of Paul's preferences.
There were just too many things he hated.
This man's temper was indeed unpredictable.
"Why do you give me this?"
She put down the book and rubbed her temples to ease the headache.
Last night, she first pitted her wits and courage against Selma, and then met Gabriel.
Even thinking of this now made her upset and angry.
"Aren't you going to cook?" Paul's tone was very cold.
He raised his hand and turned to page 208, which was food he liked to eat.
He never ate oily, spicy, and sugary food.
Amy was shocked and suddenly moved closer to him, "Honey, you can actually write a book about a healthy diet.I think it will be
very popular with women."
In this society, everyone began to pursue health maintenance.
Paul was very particular about food.
No wonder his skin was so good that no pores could be seen at a close look.

Paul pushed her away, "I haven't had breakfast."
It meant that he was waiting for her to cook in person.
Amy was astonished and quickly stood up.
She said she would cook herself, but she didn't say it was at this morning.
Everyone wanted to sleep in on weekends.
When did this man get up? She quickly went to the kitchen.
Fortunately, there were a lot of ingredients in the kitchen, which was enough to make three dishes and a soup.
The chef whispered, "Amy, hurry up and start.Mr.Howard sat there at six o'clock in the morning.”
Amy twitched the corner of her mouth.Paul's diet had always been very regular, but in order to wait for her to make breakfast for
him, he actually sat silently for a few hours.
She suddenly felt a little guilty and quickly began to wash the vegetables.
The chef heaved a sigh of relief.
Mr.Howard had been sitting on the sofa with a grim face and refused to eat anything.
It turned out that he was waiting for Amy to cook.
Amy used to cook a lot because she was born in a poor family.
When she first cooked, she was not as tall as the stove.