I’m Someone Else

Despite how much Thomas’ heart ached for Olivia, he was not good with words. As he watched her cry, his mouth opened and closed, attempting to find the right words to console her.

Initially bustling with activity, the restaurant fell into an uneasy hush as her loud sobbing captured everyone’s attention. All eyes turned toward him, their gazes filled with judgment and disapproval. The surrounding crowd, observing his seemingly passive response, questioned his lack of action in comforting his visibly distressed girlfriend.

“Dude, you need to comfort her. Look at how sad she is,” someone said.

“Yeah! A good man will never leave his woman crying.”

“That’s right!”

Thomas took a deep breath and said, “Don’t cry, Olivia. You were fine just now. Why did you cry so suddenly?” He was playing dumb.

She lifted her head and glared at him through her tears. “Why can’t I cry? I gave you my first kiss. You saw everything that you should not have seen. How can you tell me you don’t like me now? Isn’t that playboy behavior? How can you forbid me from crying after doing all that?” Her wails grew louder as she was inevitably reminded of what had just happened.

“Huh?”

As the crowd’s gaze shifted toward Thomas, a different sentiment began to emanate from their eyes. The initial curiosity and concern transformed into unmistakable disapproval. The realization that he had taken Olivia’s first kiss and seen her in a vulnerable state, coupled with his apparent avoidance of taking responsibility for his actions, painted a picture of a selfish and callous individual in their eyes. The crowd’s expressions were now tinged with scorn, mirroring their collective judgment of his behavior.

Their glares intensified once they saw Olivia’s face. Jealousy now tinged their eyes, a green hue sparkling with envy. How dare he anger such a beautiful girlfriend! Is he mad? Even if he would not spoil her rotten, he should at least dote on and cherish her.

As Thomas caught sight of the intense stares fixed upon him, panic gripped his heart, momentarily unsettling his composure. Her distressing cries briefly swayed him, causing him to consider dating her. For a fleeting moment, he acknowledged a genuine fondness for her. However, that thought quickly dissipated as he regained his rationality. He realized that being in a relationship with her solely out of guilt or obligation was not an expression of true love. In addition, he understood that pursuing such a path would ultimately hurt her in the long run, and he couldn’t bear to do that.

Pearson, the person who helped him when he most needed help. She was the woman who brought color and light back into his world when he had sunk into dejection after Felice’s betrayal. What man could resist a woman like her? Even so, he knew that

a man? How can you just watch her cry?” someone

“You’ve gone too far!”

You have a tongue. Use

could no longer watch in

a scum like she said? Are you not

break a world record

others. If he were, he would have done so already. Why would he have done nothing? Anyway, one look at her

bags, then dragged them out of the restaurant. “Let’s talk outside.” He might find himself shamed to death if they stayed here any longer. While he typically disregarded people’s opinions, he understood the impact of being openly berated in public. His own internal struggle, compounded with the external judgment he faced, left him

the cursing

Thomas started the car and drove back

angrily glared at him. The passing of over ten minutes in silence only fueled her irritation, intensifying her

His decision to go outside was merely a pretext to leave the restaurant with her. At this instant, he wanted to retreat to the sanctuary of the villa and seek solace in the confines of his room. Thus, he shook his head

as she asked, “You were lying when you said you didn’t like me, weren’t you? Why else would you be so nice to me? I can sense that you like me too. You risked your life and charged into the Hinds Residence just for me. You made enemies of the Pearsons, specifically Terrence, and Norman, just for me. You even

mouth twitched, and he was about

You’re way nicer to me than you should be to a friend. Even an idiot

After a few moments of silence, those two words were the only words he could

look in her eyes. “In the end, you still

heart and nodded.

be suitable for her to continue to