Monique walked out. When she said those words to Yvonne, her eyes were full of tears.
Her head was raised high.
When she walked out of the lounge, she couldn't help shedding tears.
She stubbornly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Instead of taking the elevator, she turned into the stairs.
After entering the stairs, she climbed a layer of stairs and could no longer hold back her tears.
Then she sat on the steps like a deflated ball.
Then she burst into tears.
She hugged her legs and buried her face in it.
He was like a baby cat abandoned by the whole world.
Looking at the small figure curled up into a ball, Henry felt as if his heart had been pierced through. At this time, he felt heartbreak terribly.
What he wanted to do most now was to hold her in his arms.
Was she usually hiding and crying like this?
He found that he really didn't understand her.
He was always thinking about why she kept running away from him.
But he had never thought about really getting to know her.
Henry thought that he had to accompany her now, even if he just sat there with her.
Then he quickly left the monitoring room and walked up the stairs.
He jumped down the stairs quickly with his long legs.
Monique was crying there when she suddenly heard footsteps. She suddenly looked up, wiped her tears, and stood up.
She turned around and wanted to go upstairs.
But she didn't expect to bump into a strong chest.
She panicked and instinctively wanted to step back.
There was a staircase behind her, and then she stepped on nothing and fell backward.
Henry quickly grabbed Monique's slender wrist and pulled her hard.
Then he wrapped around her waist with another hand.
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