"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 voice was

her to have her own

to ask something again, and

"Even if

Patrick continued.

from his breathing,

and wanted to turn back to get the cigarette, but

retreated and tried

"Where are my clothes?"

was worried that you would catch a cold if you continued

reason for her

reached out his hand, and she continued to dodge,

for a day, you must be hungry, right? What

night after this big quarrel was a

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

they touched it, they would be in so much

their hearts that would bleed if

he was tired.He just wanted to hide and have a

shook her head and asked him, "Did you change

and his smile was a little

things without offending people.It was the same

could resist

floor-to-ceiling window, and she trembled

was holding back a cough and covered it with

we doing?" Sophia

an employee and an employer? The definition was becoming unclear, as

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

exhausted.She wanted to forget her worries and sleep well

took the long coat from the sofa

refused, but he

cold at night, and you might catch a cold"

was very natural.But he had different

a

well, and it was

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

heart also felt

she also

had

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

They were wrinkled.

them

Manager Office, Jenelyn saw Sophia and rushed over

being trapped in the same elevator with

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