#Chapter195
Christian Hastington
I stood in front of Taylor's door and hesitated to knock. I felt bad for bursting at her yesterday. I sighed and now wrote a script in my head to apologize to her. I need to tell her. Suddenly I heard a loud noise from inside her house. I quickly burst the door and found Taylor sitting on the sofa crying and there's a broken glass scattered on the floor.
/"Taylor/" I ran to her and she turned to me
/"Oh.. my prince charming/" She said as she pointed at me
/"Are you drunk?/" I asked and she got up from the sofa. She walked to me tipsy and I quickly held her
/"My prince charming/" She mumbled
/"I'm sorry about yesterday/" I apologized and she looked up to me
/"What kind of dream is this? My princ- prince charming come into my arms again after hanging out with his mistress?/" She laughed coldly and my eyes widen
/"Taylor, what did you know?/" I asked and she pointed her finger to my cheek
