"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.

was on the phone, and his voice was

it's normal for her to have her own

party seemed to ask something again, and he

"Even if she gave birth to another man's child, I don't

Patrick continued.

lot more, and from his breathing, it could be

was silent until the other party hung up the phone.He seemed very upset and wanted to turn back to get the cigarette, but then he saw her.He walked over

retreated and tried to

"Where are my clothes?"

worried that you

reason for her

his hand, and she continued

fever has finally subsided.After sleeping for a day, you must be hungry, right? What

this big quarrel was a little

their hearts, but neither of them wanted to

touched it, they would be in so much pain that they

were scars in their hearts that

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

and asked

it, and his smile was

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

could

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

holding back a cough

are we doing?"

wife or an employee and an employer? The definition was becoming unclear, as well as the boundaries between

just that even she did not know when it had unknowingly evolved into this.Patrick walked

do you want to

Sophia shook her head.

too late.I want

wanted to forget her worries and sleep well

not force her.He took the long coat from the sofa and put it on

he

behind that shirt.It is cold at night, and

his expression was very natural.But he had different feelings when he was

like a naughty child

her well, and it was also

got off the car and went to the building entrance.She wrapped her clothes tightly, but

heart also

day, she also

was even funnier was that she had

about to go to work, but she saw the shirt and the long coat

They were wrinkled.

ought to wash them

the General Manager Office, Jenelyn saw Sophia and rushed over

you feel about being trapped in the

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