Yerick said every word sincerely, as if he was trying very hard to prove his innocence.

Rosalie felt slightly awkward. "Yerry, I've never doubted you. Please don't take it to heart."

"I know you don't doubt me, but your husband doesn't seem to like me very much. Did I do something wrong?"

Uneasiness filled Yerick's eyes, making him look like a deer caught in the headlights, on the verge of tears.

Sebastian sneered. "Do you expect me to like you?"

Yerick made it sound as though he was in the wrong for not liking him as much as Rosalie did. Where did he get that audacity from?

"I didn't mean that," Yerick explained anxiously. "Please don't be mad at me. I'm just here to visit Rose, nothing else. If I'm making you upset, I'll leave right away."

Yerick covered his mouth, feeling indignant. He stood up to leave, an anxious look on his face.

anxiously, "Yerry, don't be mad. You're

looked pitifully at Rosalie before casting a look of

as if he had been wronged for a huge crime he didn't do but did not dare to speak up

with rage. "What's with that look? Why are you pretending

so pitiful and

don't know if I did something wrong. Perhaps

explain to Sebastian. "How could you do this? Yerry is here to

act, trying to gain your pity and making me look like the bad guy. here. Am I the bad

best. The same goes for men,

often end up fooled by each other. This probably explained

of me in any way. You don't know

were tightly knitted, indicative of the

Sebastian's blood was boiling.

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