"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 voice was very

for her to have her own life," Patrick

seemed to ask something again, and he did not answer

of silence, he still said, "Even if she gave birth to another man's child, I don't

Patrick continued.

spoke a lot more, and from his breathing,

the phone.He seemed very upset and wanted to turn back to get the cigarette, but then he saw her.He walked over and said,

and tried

"Where are my clothes?"

I was worried that you would catch a cold if

reason

hand, and she continued to dodge, but he stubbornly checked

you must be

night after this big quarrel was a

had strong emotions in their hearts, but neither of them

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

in their hearts that would bleed if they

to hate or complain anymore when he was tired.He just wanted to hide and have a

and asked him, "Did

it, and his

only Patrick could say some hooligan things without offending people.It

one could resist

window, and she

holding back a cough and covered

are we doing?"

employer? The definition was

unknowingly evolved into this.Patrick walked over, closed the window, and could

you want to

Sophia shook her head.

late.I want

to forget her worries

did not force her.He took the long coat from the sofa and

refused, but he did not

that shirt.It is cold at night, and

very natural.But he had different feelings

his long coat.She looked like a

well, and it

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

heart also

she also

she had just recovered from one not long

to work, but she saw the shirt and the long coat on the rack

They were wrinkled.

to wash them first before returning

Office, Jenelyn saw Sophia and rushed

being trapped in the

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