Chapter 2Trash-Talking My Ex on the Train... Right Next to His Dad

I whipped my head around.

My eyes landed on the gentle older man who had gotten off the train with us.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, the man gave me an awkward but polite smile and embarrassingly admitted, "Ah, yes, I'm his dad. I am so sorry he put you through all that."

His dad knew everything I had just ranted about, and was now actively apologizing on Liam's behalf.

Seeing his utterly sincere apology...

I just felt all the blood rush straight to my head.

My toes curled so hard they could have built a magic castle right there on the platform.

OMG!

I actually sat there and talked about my ex's performance issues right in front of his dad.

It was so mortifying I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.

I didn't even have the face to respond. I muttered a half-hearted "Mhm," turned around, and tried to bolt.

But before I could take two steps, my wrist was grabbed.

I turned back to see Liam standing in front of me, his handsome face dark as a storm cloud. His dark eyes locked onto me as he demanded: "We haven't finished talking. Where do you think you're going?

"And what's this about dumping me without a single word of explanation?

"Did I do something wrong? Are you unhappy?

"If you're unhappy, you have to say it. If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know what's wrong?

"Even a criminal on death row gets to know what his crimes are before the execution, right?!"

Liam's perfectly shaped lips kept moving, firing off words non-stop.

I stared at him, stunned.

This was the first time I had ever seen him lose his cool like this.

In my mind, he had always been this aloof, aristocratic guy with incredible self-control.

He rarely let his emotions show like this.

I was a bit surprised.

But that didn't stop me from being pissed.

I coldly yanked my hand out of his grip and said stiffly, "You don't know, huh? Fine, then let me ask you.

"Where did you go last night?

"Do you have any idea how long I waited for you?!

"I even bought lingerie specifically for last night, and you didn't even look at it!

"And then... you just ran off!

"I saw the group chat! Your first love lost a game of Truth or Dare, and you went to take care of her, didn't you?!

"That's why you're wearing the exact same clothes today!"

I fired off all my pent-up anger like a machine gun.

After I finished, I looked up at him.

I thought he would look at least a little guilty.

Or at the very least, apologetic.

But I didn't expect him to look completely, utterly bewildered.

He stood there for a full thirty seconds before his brain finally processed it.

I watched as Liam raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with his long fingers.

He looked at me with extreme exasperation and explained:

"What kind of crazy scenarios are you cooking up in that head of yours?

"When did I go to a party?

"Last night, my dad texted me saying he and my mom got into a huge fight, and she took off to the capital by herself early. He told me to catch a late flight out here to track her down and make sure she was safe.

"That's why I haven't changed clothes.

"If you don't believe me, smell me. Do I smell like a single drop of alcohol?"

After explaining, Liam actually took two steps closer, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and leaned in.

Seeing his skin right in front of my face, I instantly blushed.

I quickly pushed him away.

"Y-y-you... stop that!

"There are people around!"

"So you're not mad anymore? We're not breaking up?"

Liam didn't let me push him away completely. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pressed it flat against his chest.

Feeling his heart pounding wildly against my palm...

My own heart started racing too.

Even though I was already softening up, I stayed stubborn: "You left without even explaining anything! It's perfectly normal that I misunderstood!

"Besides, why should I just take your word for it? I don't believe you."

Hearing that I still didn't believe him, Liam looked even more helpless.

He turned his head to his dad. "Dad, back me up here, will you?"

Hearing Liam call him, his dad quickly wiped the amused, shipping grin off his face, looked at me very seriously, and nodded. "Yes, it's true."

Seeing that even his dad was backing him up...

Me: "..."

Well, now I really had no reason to stay stubborn.

Blushing, I pressed my lips together. Knowing I was in the wrong, I muttered softly, "Oh. Okay, fine. I'm not mad anymore."

After saying that, I expected Liam to let go of me.

But instead, the very next second, I heard Liam give a dry, humorless chuckle. "Great. Now it's my turn to be mad.

"We need to have a serious talk about you spreading rumors to my dad that I can't perform.

"You know me. I don't like taking a loss. When I have a score to settle, I settle it immediately.

"Let's go, wifey. It's time for your husband to prove himself."

With that, he wrapped an arm around my waist and started marching me out of the station.

Seeing that he was absolutely not joking...

I immediately reached a desperate hand out toward Mia.

"Save me~"

Mia instinctively reached out to grab my hand.

But before she could reach me, Liam dominantly swept me away.

Looking at this bossy, overbearing Liam...

Me: "..."

I had a feeling I was doomed.