She wished she hadn't met him at all. The pain was still alive inside, somewhere unknowingly hiding but whenever triggered, it'll leave a big scar that no one can wash away. For instance, Aria dodged every conversation that'll relive what kind of person Bryce is. Sometimes, Prince would allow bearing the topic of him while they're conversing.
Now that he's in front of her, she thought she'd be alright. That everything would go the way she wanted into, without the enraged Bryce coming after her in every waking second of her life.
Instantly as Bryce stepped forward, Aria shielded her abdomen right away.
Bryce fleeted his gaze upon it, realizing that Prince was saying the truth about Aria.
All of those punches he did washed all of the gentle caresses she has done for a very long time. She used to cherish all those relaxing steadiness of his arms whenever she's exhausted from work. The masculine scent has piled up with blood oozing at the side of her head.
