"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

long, it's normal for her to have her

ask something again,

said, "Even if she gave birth to

Patrick continued.

and from his breathing, it could be

wanted to turn back to

tried

"Where are my clothes?"

were wet with sweat, and I was worried that you would catch

calmly explained the reason for

she continued to dodge, but he

be hungry, right? What do

night after this big quarrel was a little

had strong emotions in their hearts, but neither of them wanted

they would be in so much pain that they would

scars in their hearts that would bleed if

complain anymore when he was tired.He

and asked him,

and his

some hooligan things without offending people.It was the

could resist

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

holding back a cough and covered it with a

are we doing?" Sophia

The definition

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

do you want to

Sophia shook her head.

late.I want to go

forget her worries and sleep well in her

the long coat

refused, but he did

wearing anything behind that shirt.It is cold at night, and

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

looked like a naughty child who

her well,

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

heart also felt

she also caught a

funnier was that she had just recovered from one not

work, but she saw the shirt and

They were wrinkled.

thought she ought to wash them first before returning them to

at the General Manager Office, Jenelyn

in

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