"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.

phone, and his

her to have her

to ask something again,

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

Patrick continued.

his breathing, it could

phone.He seemed very upset and wanted to turn back to get the cigarette, but then

and tried to

"Where are my clothes?"

worried that

explained the reason

she continued to dodge, but

be hungry, right?

night after this big quarrel was a little

hearts, but neither of them wanted

be in so much pain that they would be drenched in

were scars in their hearts that would bleed

when he was tired.He just

shook her head and asked him, "Did you

deny it, and his

could say some hooligan things without offending people.It was the same as

could resist

night wind blew into the floor-to-ceiling window, and

holding back a cough

are we

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

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

you want to eat?" He

Sophia shook her head.

too late.I want to go

felt exhausted.She wanted to forget her worries

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

refused, but he did not

shirt.It is cold at night,

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

like a naughty child who

her well, and it was also

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

heart also

following day, she also caught a

she had just recovered from one not

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

They were wrinkled.

ought to wash them first

at the General Manager Office, Jenelyn saw

trapped in the same elevator with

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