"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

her to

party seemed to ask something again, and he

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

Patrick continued.

more, and from his breathing, it could be seen that

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

tried

"Where are my clothes?"

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

the reason

hand, and she continued to dodge, but

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

this big quarrel

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

the moment they touched it, they would be in

were scars in their hearts that would bleed

want to hate or complain anymore when he was

hungry” Sophia shook her head and asked him, "Did you

it, and his smile was a

hooligan things without offending people.It was the same as his confession

one could

floor-to-ceiling window, and she

cough and covered

we doing?" Sophia

ex-husband and wife or an employee and an employer? The definition was becoming unclear,

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

to eat?" He asked

Sophia shook her head.

late.I want to

to forget her

the long coat

but he did

that shirt.It is cold at

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

looked like a naughty child who

did not fit her well, and

not utter a word.She just got off the car and went to the building entrance.She wrapped her clothes tightly, but she was still cold because

also felt

she also caught a

that she had just recovered from

her clothes and was about to go to work, but she saw the shirt

They were wrinkled.

them

the General Manager Office,

being trapped in the same elevator with the president

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