"I don't care what kind of life you want to live!" Mariana Buck furrowed her brows tightly, "I just don't want to bear the weight of your life, anyone would think that your choices are for me."
With a tiny movement of her eyebrows, Sandy Cruz narrowed his eyes, "Do you care?"
"I..."
"No," Sandy Cruz said in a calm voice, interrupting her and answering for her, "He cares, you just care about him."
"..."
Mariana Buck fell into silence.
Indeed, these two points were why she insisted Sandy Cruz should go back.
First, she didn't want to carry the weight of Sandy Cruz's future. If Sandy Cruz made choices for her, then she would face even greater pressure in the future.
Second, because of that person. Regardless of whether that person cared, she was afraid of him finding out about these things.
Then, there would be no chance of salvage at all.
A moment later.
Suddenly, Sandy Cruz's lips curled upward, and with a slightly cold tone, he said, "But I'm not doing it for you."
