"Do you really think you are the only one? I have to follow you all my life?"
Sarah quickly got up, almost gnashing her teeth. She broke off him with her fingertips. The man let go of his strength between his fingers, which relieved her.
"Bruce Randall, it was you who broke up with me regardless of my being soaked to skin that night. I didn't force you. At that time, I fell in the rain, seeing you not look back. Do you know that's what I've seen, the most disgusting scene in the world!"
As the past was brought up again, she did not know why her heart was like being torn.
The pain went to her bones, stretched to the depth. She felt like all the supports gone. Her steps were like stepping on the clouds. Her breath became thin and hard.
‘If all that happened in that year could be called a nightmare, then the significance of Randall was to play the role of booster in this nightmare.'
They fell into a long silence, no one spoke.
In men's eyes, the coldness had changed into tender. The thoughts in his eyes were more complex.
Some words could place people on pins and needles, though which were short and small.
About what Sarah said, he had already regretted and blamed himself in countless days and nights.
His thin lips opened and closed several times, he finally said, "How is your father now?"
Bruce's eyes were full of carefulness. He was afraid that his some words would break her apart in the next second.
Obviously, everything was right. He was the one who personally buried everything between them!
He saw Sarah's face turn indifferent suddenly and her eyes became empty. She ignored what he just said coldly. Bruce, who was close to panic, couldn't stand the situation.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Mr. Right, Spoil Me