Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 75

The birthday party was the 99th time I had planned to propose.

Just before it was about to begin, Jorge Anderson was nowhere to be found.

I called him, but his friends kept blocking me.

It was my friend Lillian who couldn't stand it anymore and pulled me out.

“No need to call him. He’s out hooking up.”

Lillian found a photo in his album. Under the dim yellow light, two people were tightly embracing—one of them was Jorge.

Used condoms littered the floor, stinging my eyes.

I looked at the woman next to him, my voice trembling: “Aren’t you a non-marriage type?”

The woman sneered: “You’re really dumb. He said he wouldn’t marry, but he never said he wouldn’t sleep with anyone.”