Wake Up To Him Chapter 05
Owen’s first love was indeed beautiful.
But she was full of hostility toward me.
Surrounded by her clique of girlfriends, she took passive-aggressive jabs at me with every word.
The atmosphere grew tense, so I volunteered to wash the fruit knives for everyone.
At the same time, I was calculating something else.
Owen spent money recklessly.
I’d never once asked him for cash upfront.
Even just benefiting loosely from his generous spending, I’d finally saved enough for my mom’s surgery.
It was time to break up.
How should I bring it up?
As I was pondering, Kiera and her clique surrounded me from behind.
Dropping her goddess act, she sounded like a street punk: “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
“No.”
“Liar! We all saw it!”
“You’re overthinking,” I said, lazily wiping a fruit knife. “I couldn’t even be bothered to look at you, let alone roll my eyes.”
Kiera grew even angrier.
Several of them rushed forward to tear at my dress.
“Owen obviously bought this dress! His taste is really terrible!”
“Today we’ll let you know exactly who you’ve offended!”
Annoyed beyond belief, I reached out and grabbed Kiera by the hair before they could ruin my clothes.
With a quick twist, I pinned her head under the faucet.
Giving her a good hair wash to help her cool down.
The clique hadn’t expected me to be so strong, and they all took a step back.
I said coldly, “Looking at you, it’s obvious Owen’s taste really is terrible.”
“You—glub, glub—”
Kiera seemed to be cursing quite foully, but it didn’t matter. I was just helping her rinse her mouth.
“If you’re upset, go find Owen. What kind of skill is it to take your anger out on me?
Only a brainless pick-me girl like you would treat that kind of trash man like a treasure.”
Kiera stopped cursing and started wailing instead.
The restroom was very close to our private room.
Hearing the noise, Owen and the others rushed over.
Kiera finally broke free from my grip, looking like a drowned rat, and ran crying into Owen’s arms: “Your girlfriend is bullying me!”
“That’s impossible, Jade isn’t that kind of…” Owen said instinctively.
Kiera cried even louder: “Owen! Parsons! Didn’t you just see it? She pinned me down in the sink!”
The clique also snapped back to their senses at this moment:
“Yeah, we all saw it.”
“She’s bullying your ex-girlfriend! Are you even a man if you don’t do anything about it?”
Unable to withstand the provocation, Owen immediately looked at me with a stern expression.
“Jade, apologize to her.”
Apologize? Hilarious.
Twirling the fruit knife in my hand, I stepped closer to Owen.
No one dared to make a sound.
Under my intimidating glare, Owen backed away repeatedly.
Until he tripped over the sofa and fell onto it.
I planted my foot right between his spread legs.
A fraction of an inch closer, and my black velvet heel would have crushed his vital parts.
“It’s time we settled our accounts, scumbag.”
The back of the fruit knife scraped against Owen’s face.
The cold metal seemed to startle him, and he shivered.
“You used me to make your ex jealous. I’m letting that slide.
Lucky for you, I only ever cared about the money. Your petty games never got to me, so we’re even.”
“But as of right now, we are broken up.”
“Please don’t ever appear in front of me again.”
Owen froze, then suddenly reached out and grabbed my ankle.
“What do you mean, you only want money?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. Need me to spell it out for you?”
“Jade, you don’t like me?”
“I don’t like you. I hate you.”
Under the dim light, Owen actually looked somewhat at a loss.
“Impossible, how could you not like me?
You’re always so obedient to me—”
I plunged the fruit knife straight down.
Owen was stunned with fear.
After a long moment, he finally realized that the fruit knife had only pierced the sofa beside him.
“Even coming home with you this time was just for your family’s money. Don’t flatter yourself—”
Just as I finished speaking, I suddenly felt the atmosphere behind me shift.
I turned my head.
Quentin was standing at the door.
He had heard everything.
The lighting was dim, making it impossible to read his expression.
Quentin walked over.
First, he tossed his suit jacket onto me.
My dress had been torn a bit by Kiera and the others just now.
Then, he went to help Owen up.
Owen was probably a bit spooked; it took him a long while to recover.
According to a classmate nearby,
Quentin happened to be on a blind date at this very restaurant.
He had arrived at the exact right moment.
“You’re dead meat!”
As she walked past me, Kiera said viciously, “Mr. Parsons hates gold diggers the most!
The gold diggers who threw themselves at the Parsons family in the past never met a good end!”
I let out a scoff.
I didn’t need her to tell me that; I was going to run away anyway.
I wasn’t naive enough to think Quentin would take my side at a time like this.
A dream is just a dream.
But Owen was his actual family.
If I didn’t run now, when would I?
I left the suit jacket on the chair and walked away.
That night, I destroyed my phone SIM card and boarded a train out of town.
I had a lot of things to do next.
First, take my mom for her surgery, then find a job, and so on.
I was incredibly busy.
In June, a classmate told me that
during the graduation ceremony, Owen came looking for me, only to be told that I hadn’t returned to school at all.
Owen’s expression at the time was utterly devastated and lost.
I didn’t understand. Was he some kind of masochist?
Fortunately, our paths wouldn’t cross again.
As for Quentin—
I never dreamed about him again.
In a flash, over half a year passed.
I stayed in my hometown, working while taking care of my mom.
Life was originally calm and peaceful.
Then suddenly one day, my company was acquired by the Parsons Group.
Rumor had it that an executive was sent to inspect things in person.
The Parsons’ businesses were spread all over the country, so I didn’t take it to heart at first.
Until that morning.
I bumped into Quentin in the elevator.
He was surrounded by our company’s senior leadership, treated like a VIP.
That face, cold and aloof, had appeared in my dreams countless times.
Seeing him again now felt like a lifetime ago.
The elevator was almost full, and my boss said, “Jade, wait for the next one.”
I took a step back, more than happy to oblige.
But then I heard Quentin’s cold, clear voice: “There’s still room. Get in.”
