As expected.
When faced with such a malicious attack, one could face it with a domineering attitude and be strong and unmoved. However, under the comfort of one of the most dear people, one's tears would collapse.
Chloe burst into tears. "... I didn't mean to."
"It doesn't matter. I haven't cut any fruit anyway." Aman took out two pieces from the paper box on the bedside table and handed them to her. "I usually don't have much time to accompany you. If you like it, I'll cook it for you in the future."
Perhaps, this was a fruit called Love.
Chloe looked up at him with her red eyes. "Nangong affair... I didn't mean it."
Aman's hand, which was holding a paper towel, paused in the air and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Even if you had smashed her in advance, I would have protected you.
Moreover, this matter... it's not your fault."
"You don't blame me?" Chloe sobbed. "You really don't blame me for making trouble?"
