"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

long, it's normal for her to have

ask something

few seconds of silence, he still said, "Even if she

Patrick continued.

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

other party hung up the phone.He seemed very upset and wanted to turn back to get the cigarette, but then he

retreated and tried to

"Where are my clothes?"

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

calmly explained the reason for her

out his hand, and she continued to dodge, but he

must be hungry, right? What do you want

big

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

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

that would bleed if they reopened

he was tired.He just

head and asked

it, and his smile was a little

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

one could resist

blew into the floor-to-ceiling window, and she trembled because of the

holding back a cough and covered it with

are we

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

evolved into this.Patrick walked over, closed the window, and could not help but

to

Sophia shook her head.

want

her worries and sleep well in

force her.He took the long coat from the sofa and

refused, but he

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

natural.But

like a naughty child who stole someone

did not fit her well, and

and

heart also

following day, she also caught a

she had just recovered from one not

clothes and was about to go to work, but she saw the shirt and the long coat on the rack

They were wrinkled.

wash them first before returning them

General Manager Office, Jenelyn saw Sophia and rushed

feel about being trapped in the same elevator with the

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