She Rejected My Touch, I Rejected Her

I've been in a three-year relationship with Rosalie Lowe so far. Alas, she's been nothing but courteous toward me due to the fact that she hates physical contact.

But on my birthday, I witness the noble and cold-looking girlfriend of mine kissing and hugging another man passionately.

Only then do I realize that Rosalie just hates me all this time.

At that moment, I decide to set her free and let her stay with the man she truly loves.

But Rosalie appears at my wedding and begs me to give her another chance.

I just shake my head coldly. "I find women who have gotten tainted by other men filthy."

My girlfriend, Rosalie Lowe, started ignoring me over an ordinary argument. She didn't answer my calls or reply to my messages.

She only replied with a "yes" when I said I would go to her place in two weeks to celebrate her birthday.

I was overjoyed, so I used the money I had originally set aside for a new laptop to buy her a gift.

Then, I bought a train ticket and traveled hundreds of miles to the city where she lived.

The moment I got off the train, it felt like a lifetime had passed. The 14-hour-long trip was exhausting. For the first time, I felt like I could fall asleep while standing.

However, upon the thought of meeting my girlfriend soon, I was thrilled.

I was nervous on my way to her campus. I wondered how she would react when she saw me.

Would she throw herself into my arms excitedly? Would she nod at me calmly like she always did in the past?

Rosalie had always been aloof and prideful. She was distant and beyond everyone's reach.

I should be grateful to have someone like her as my girlfriend.

I let out a sigh when I thought of our argument. "I think I should apologize to her later."

I arrived outside the campus. Before I even got out of the car, I spotted her at the stall next to the entrance.

Just as I was about to raise my hand and greet her, a tall, charismatic man clad in a suit suddenly appeared beside her.

He casually took the half-bottle of water Rosalie had left and finished it in one gulp.

Rosalie seemed unbothered, and she even blushed shyly.

I widened my eyes and almost thought I had gotten the wrong person. I was surprised to see such a gentle side of Rosalie.

A tall, charming young man and a bright, smiling young lady ran around freely in the gentle summer night breeze.

It was just like a scene straight out of a movie, but I couldn't enjoy it.

I felt a chill run through every part of my body. For the first time, Rosalie felt like a stranger to me.

She was a prodigy known by everyone in the state. She was accepted to Baston College before turning 18 years old, and at 21, she was