Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing
Chapter 78

After the breakup, I was pretty much down for a few days.

I've always been in good health, but I ended up falling ill.

I didn't tell anyone.

When I was delirious with fever, I received a call from my mom:

"The blind date I told you about a few days ago, you kept putting off setting a date, so I just gave him your address."

"He's someone you know, so you two can talk things over."

I was still a bit shocked. Before I could say anything, the call ended.

Then the doorbell rang.

I barely managed to change into another outfit and staggered to the door, hoping

to send the person away quickly.

But what greeted me was a familiar face.

"Liam."

As soon as I said his name, the strength I was barely holding onto vanished, and I collapsed forward.

He caught me.

Liam carried me all the way back to the living room, took my temperature, and his expression was a little helpless:

"Is this how you treat yourself?"

I denied it: "It's just a breakup, it's not like I'm injured. The fever has nothing to do with it."

Liam's eyes looked at me with complexity: "Do you believe that?"

I turned my head away, avoiding his gaze.

Liam kept talking, regardless:

"Jorge is actually a lot like my father-self-centered, never looking at himself when he's hurt, only using his own wounds to hurt others."

"You two aren't right for each other..."

"Before he got involved with that woman, I saw their flirtatious messages. I warned him, but he didn't care. Do you know what he said?"

I closed my eyes, but Liam's voice kept going:

"He said it was just a physical affair, that spiritually, he still loved you."

A physical affair, but spiritually loved me?