"To her, you and Will are the same kind of person. Both of you want to exploit her, and she knows it. If you don't like her, there's no need to sacrifice yourself to protect her. She doesn't need it."
Gareth's brows seemed to sink. His sharp gaze was directed straight at Vincent, but Vincent didn't seem to notice. Vincent patted Gareth's shoulder and smiled. "Bro, I think you had better take care of yourself. It won't be a problem. I…"
As Vincent spoke, he yawned and said infuriatingly, "I haven't slept, so I'm feeling slightly tired. I'm going to take a nap. You should rest too."
After that, Vincent left.
Vincent didn't plan on staying because he had said what he needed to and done everything he could to upset Gareth. It was naturally time for him to leave, and he felt great!
Stupid man! Can't even admit that he likes her. He kissed and hugged her on his own accord and did all sorts of things to approach her, but she didn't appreciate it. Serves him right!
Vincent left in silent glee. He kindly shut the door for Gareth and instantly isolated the cold air inside.
Gareth was alone in the room and slowly sat on the couch. He crossed his arms as they were on his legs.
He looked down at the empty glasses on the coffee table and stared at them plainly. He suddenly couldn't bear to look at them, so he picked up the water jug at the side and filled a glass. He only stopped when the glass almost overflowed.
Gareth didn't drink the water. He stared at the water swaying slightly in the translucent glass. It seemed like the water wasn't going to level. It kept wobbling from side to side, just like his current feelings.
Gareth suddenly lay on the couch and shut his eyes. He raised his eyes and covered his twitching brows.
Elisa.
Elisa Benett.
He unconsciously repeated Elisa's name and replayed her irritated face.
There had been various expressions on her gorgeous face, except… a happy one.
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