From then on, he felt he no longer deserved Anna Jadwin, nor did he deserve happiness.
"Let's go back, so I can apply medicine on you." Anna Jadwin helped him up and ran to get his coat to drape over him, the woolen shirt resting on her arm.
"Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor to check on you?"
"My life is cheap, I can survive tenaciously without a doctor." Wayne Bailey tugged at his lip, giving a crimson smile.
He didn't know how to erase the harm he had caused her in the past. He even wished there was a delete button in his head. If he could forget all the bad things he had done, he could face her with a clear conscience.
He was naturally domineering, possessed a strong sense of ownership, and now he felt small and scared she might leave at any moment.
It was as if two personalities were squeezing him.
He could not control his fiery love, nor could he forget the hurt he had caused her.
