Chapter 182 Realistic
Roland smiled and rubbed her head like coaxing a child. “Don’t be angry. What do you want? I’ll win it back for you.”
Samara glanced at him. She did not speak, but her expression softened a little. “Thank you. I don’t want anything.”
Just as Samara finished speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Roland. Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and raised it up to slap him in the face.
With a slap, everyone looked over.
Samara was stunned for a moment. Then she pulled back her hand. “Roland, what are you doing?”
“If you are angry, you should vent your anger. Don’t hold it back to yourself.”
As he spoke, he paused. “You can’t hit Chaim when he makes you angry. But I am not him, you can do whatever you want.”
When Roland said the last sentence, his smile didn’t vanish but turned a bit cold.
For some reason, she felt sorry for him.
Samara looked at Roland and thought of herself for the past few years. Her heart softened slightly. “I’m sorry, I’m not angry.”
She was not angry. She was just a little tired.
“You are not angry. You just don’t like me.
“Let me send you back,” Roland said self–mockingly..
Samara looked at him and wanted to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.
On the way back, no one spoke in the car.
Samara looked at Roland, who was checking the traffic through the window. For the first time, she felt a little guilty.
Maybe that was good. Right now, she was not in the mood for another relationship.
When she pulled the coat, Samara realized that it was Roland’s coat.
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