Bianca struggled to maintain her balance, desperate not to clumsily tumble over.
Lena looked at her in puzzlement, frowning before silently entering the guesthouse. Chris was preparing to follow suit when Bianca abruptly stopped him.
"Chris, can you spare a moment to talk to me?"
Chris sidestepped her touch and kept a respectful distance, his gaze distant. "What's up?"
"W-Why are you treating me this way?" Bianca's eyes welled up with tears. "Weren't we close as kids? But now you're so distant! You—"
Chris interrupted gravely, "Bianca, our childhood is in the past. I'm only being considerate because of our history."
"Chris!"
"I have a girlfriend, who will be my future wife and the mother of my children." Chris's voice held determination. "I'm keeping my distance from other women out of respect for my devotion to her."
Bianca froze, disbelief washing over her.
In her mind, Chris had always been like a steadfast tree, never showing interest in anyone. She had assumed they would marry someday—they were that close.
The presence of Lena was entirely unexpected.
Despite her pale face, Bianca took a deep breath. She pleaded, "Chris, I understand your feelings for your girlfriend, but can't you hold onto our years of friendship?"
"I have my boundaries."
"Would you take care of me if I got sick?"
Chris's eyes darkened. "What's going on with you?"
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