"I'm sorry” Patrick had thousands of words prepared in his heart, but he could not say them all.

Patrick knew the weight of those three words.

Once he said them, there was no way out.

However, he knew that she needed to vent, and she needed to find a reason to vent her feelings.

It was not difficult to calm her resentment and anger.

It was difficult to heal the wound in her heart.

For the first time in so many years, Patrick admitted that he had done something he was unsure of.

Whether it was success or failure, he had no way of knowing.

They were both silent for a while.

Sophia closed her eyes, and she suddenly felt exhausted.

Just like the belief that had supported her for so many years had suddenly collapsed.

She waited for so many years and did not expect that he would only give her this explanation.

What could an apology change? Could it change the last five years of her drifting from place to place and enduring many hardships at that time? Or was he doing it to clear his conscience? Sophia didn't know what he was thinking at the moment.

But why was love always so hurtful? Her body went soft all of a sudden, and she lost consciousness.

When Sophia woke up, it was nighttime already.

There was only the wall lamp on the side of the bed in the room, which emitted dim yellow light.

She looked around at the unfamiliar decorations in the room.

She was slightly startled for a few moments.

Everything in the room was orderly, symmetrical, and straightforward yet unexpectedly steady.

The spaces between the furniture and the layout reflected the serious and rigorous style of doing things.

The only person who could decorate like this was Patrick.

Was this his home? She pulled the blanket from her body and wanted to get out of bed only to find that the clothes on her body had been changed.

The original gray dress had been changed into a man's plaid shirt.

The shirt was very long, about the same length as her skirt.

But she was not wearing anything besides it.

She walked barefoot but heard a low male voice.

and

for her to have her own life," Patrick said on the

to ask something again, and he did not

of silence, he still said, "Even if she gave

Patrick continued.

lot more, and from his breathing, it could be seen that the other person was

the phone.He seemed very upset and wanted to turn back to get the cigarette, but

retreated and tried to avoid

"Where are my clothes?"

wet with sweat, and I was worried that you would catch a cold if you

the reason for her

hand, and she continued to

has finally subsided.After sleeping for a day, you must be hungry,

big quarrel was a

strong emotions in their hearts, but neither of them wanted to open that can

the moment they touched it, they would be in so

hearts that would bleed if they

didn't want to hate or complain anymore when he was tired.He just

her head and asked him, "Did you change

it, and his

world, only Patrick could say some hooligan things without offending people.It was the same as

one could resist

night wind blew into the floor-to-ceiling window, and she

holding back a cough and

are we doing?"

wife or an employee and an employer? The definition

know when it had unknowingly evolved into

you want to eat?"

Sophia shook her head.

too late.I want

felt exhausted.She wanted to forget her worries and

took the long coat from the sofa and

he

behind that shirt.It is cold at night, and you might catch a cold"

said this, his expression was very natural.But he had different feelings

his long coat.She looked like a naughty child who

her well, and it

they arrived at her apartment building, Sophia did not utter a word.She just got off the car and went to the building entrance.She wrapped her clothes tightly, but she was still cold

also felt

following day, she also

she had just recovered from one

but she saw the shirt and the long coat on the rack

They were wrinkled.

ought to wash them first before returning them to

Office, Jenelyn saw

in the same

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