After Delivering Food to Support His Girlfriend's Postgraduate Studies

Working as a food delivery man for five years, I, Patrick Dempster supported my girlfriend, who could not afford tuition fees, from her second year to her third year of graduate school.

Later on, I also provided for her living needs well with a salary of thousands of dollars.

My girlfriend, Eloise Shaquille, who had successfully completed her education well, told me, "We are no longer people of the same class. How can a graduate student be the girlfriend of a food delivery man?"

I trembled and asked her, "What do you mean by saying this?"

"I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore ... I want to be your wife."

In the hot Oakenvale.

After delivering seven orders, I found a shady spot to rest and casually opened WhatsApp to see if my Little Cat missed me.

[Are you there?]

She was not very enthusiastic today and I thought maybe she was short of money again, so I gave her two hundred eighty dollars.

[I won't take it. I'm not short of money now. You know, I'm making over one thousand four hundred dollars per month now.]

[That's great, the salary for graduate students is high.]

[Uh-huh ....]

She fell silent.

I asked in confusion, [What's wrong? You seem a little unhappy today.]

[Nothing, I just encountered some problems and and felt frustrated.]

[Tell me, I'll give you some advices.]

[Aren't you delivering now? Chatting with me won't affect you, right?]

A hint of sweetness rose in my heart, always thinking for me.

[It's okay, I'm taking a break now.]

[Well ... I'll tell you, the manager of the company is pursuing me.]

My hands trembled as I typed. [Did he harass you? I'll go and talk to him.]

[No, no, you can't even get into the company. I don't want to talk to you about this. What I want to talk to you is that he is very rich, highly respected in the company and has a luxury house and a luxury car in the Oakenvale. He said that as long as I am with him, he will give me a house.]

Reading her reply, my heart was like falling into an ice cave. I suddenly understand what she meant.

The first sword he swung, the first drawn to a loved one.

[I see. So, what do you mean?]

[Listen to me first, do you know how much the house he gave me is worth? It can save me twenty years of hard work.]

[What the hell do you mean?]

My hands started trembling. I had been paying for her tuition and living expenses for five years. Why did it end like this?

So, I was just a stepping stone for her!

[Patrick, I am very grateful for your help over the past five years. Thank you for paying for my tuition and living expenses. I calculated that I owe you twenty-five thousand three hundred dollars. I will pay you back.]

[What the hell do you mean! Just tell me the fucking truth!]

I could not wait to get right in front of her and tell her to get it straight.

Was this a matter of money? Five years! Was all this love in these five years fake?

Was it just for my money? Was the bond between us all about money?

If it was for money, then you should have told me clearly that you were after my money, instead of telling me you loved me when I was sad, instead of making a good meal for me when I was tired, instead of making an official announcement and taking me to meet your friends!

You really ... are too good at acting. You really don't have to act like this for the sake of money. You made me get too deeply fell in love with you.

[Damn it!]

I laid my head on the front of the electric bike to hide the tears in my eyes.

Why are you crying? You are such a loser.

[Patrick, I am a graduate student and you are a delivery man. We are no longer of the same class. Do you understand what I mean?]

[Just tell me, I can handle it.]

[Then, I'll be frank. I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore.]

Although I had expected this sentence a long time ago, it was still heartbreaking to hear her say it in person.

I took a deep breath and held back my tears.

[Okay, you don't have to pay me back. Just think of it as pocket money I gave you during our relationship the past few years. Let's break up on good terms.]

Looking at this line of text, I hesitated to press the send button for a long time.

I really did not want to give up on her.

I really, still wanted to fight for that girl.

In my tear-blurred vision, she sent another line of words.

[So? When will you marry me? I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore, I want to be your wife.]

What？

My eyes widened.