"She's right…." Vernon murmured. "I seriously have no idea what I did wrong. But what should I do if she refuses to tell me? How can I correct myself?"
Vernon slowly put his palm on top of his chest and grasped it as he endured the pain.
He was experiencing the familiar heartache that he hated so much.
Usually, whenever he felt this heartache attacking him on an almost weekly basis, he would spend his time getting drunk and fucking his then-girlfriends.
But he couldn't do that now, and he didn't know how to ignore the pain without the use of alcohol.
He gritted his teeth while staring at the lunch served by Chloe. Knowing this was made by the woman he loved, he decided to grab the spoon and started digging.
First bite and his gaze got blurry again. He started tearing up and desperately tried to rub his eyes to ensure he didn't cry.
