"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 his

it's normal for her to have her own life,"

something again, and he

of silence, he still said, "Even if

Patrick continued.

his breathing, it could be seen that the other

hung up the phone.He seemed very upset and wanted to turn back to get the

tried to avoid

"Where are my clothes?"

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

calmly explained the reason for her change of

she continued to

subsided.After sleeping for a day, you must be hungry, right?

this big quarrel was

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

they would be in so much pain that they would be drenched in

hearts that would bleed

or complain anymore when he was tired.He just wanted

shook her head and asked him, "Did you

his smile was a

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

one could resist

into the floor-to-ceiling window,

holding back a cough and

we

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

not know when it had unknowingly evolved into this.Patrick walked over, closed the window, and could

you want to

Sophia shook her head.

want to

exhausted.She wanted to forget her worries

long coat from the sofa and put it on

refused, but he did

not wearing anything behind that shirt.It is cold at night,

was very natural.But he had different

long coat.She looked like a

her well, and it was also

Sophia did not utter a word.She just got off the car and went to the building entrance.She wrapped

also

she also caught

that she had just recovered from

about to go to work, but she saw the shirt

They were wrinkled.

she ought to wash them first before returning them

Manager Office, Jenelyn saw Sophia and rushed over

feel about being trapped in the same elevator with the

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