Damien Sterling's initial anger gradually subsided. Realizing he had gone too far, he grabbed a few tissues and, with a furrowed brow, bent over, trying to apologize to the sobbing woman but not knowing how to start.
"Stop crying, it's my fault!" Hearing her continuous sobs broke Damien Sterling's heart. What was supposed to be a joyful trip had turned into such a mess. All she wanted was to have some instant noodles, and being harassed by a creep wasn't entirely her fault either. Why did he always have to blow things out of proportion? Emma Hart, on the verge of breaking down, thought to herself; perhaps this man couldn't be understood by ordinary logic. She felt deeply wronged.
