"You don't get to just leave after accusing me. Not until you tell me why you have such a low idea of me. What have I done to you?"
His breathing seemed to turn heavy. He couldn't break his gaze from her face no matter how hard he tried.
He couldn't push the suffocating feeling in his chest away no matter how hard he tried.
Her eyes, the tears that fell from them, were filled with the image of someone being terribly wronged.
Was he being excessive to her?
Yes, he would admit what he said to her was horrible.
Yes, he would admit his words were harsh, but they weren't baseless.
The contract between them was the biggest proof.
He also didn't want to torment her, he might be emotionless to other people, but he would never treat just anyone harshly.
He hated that she was no different from that woman.
He hated that her motives were just for greed.
If only she was nothing like that woman he despised.
If only...
