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In Yves King's heart, he was filled with apologies towards her. Despite his anguish, he, however, had to leave ruthlessly. In fact, he had hurt her. He forced her to randomly find a man to marry, causing her marriage to be so unhappy.
Every time he thought of this, his heart ached as if it was being cut with a knife. He held her in a domineering yet gentle embrace, giving her the most passionate kiss, seemingly expressing regret and his fervent love hidden deep within.
His heart was also beginning to blaze with ardor. Yves King swiftly pulled her waist towards himself, gently twisting her body and lifting her up. He held her in a unique position, with a wild edge, embracing her tightly. Just as she was about to protest, he momentarily leaned in, whispering in her ear in a raspy voice, "I'm sorry."
The woman in his arms stiffened at first but then began to relax.
