"She's not leaving with you…"
Wearing the hospital gown, Dexter stood by the door and spoke in a hoarse voice. His chest heaved, and he stared intently at me. It was as if he was begging me not to leave with Damien.
Damien gazed warningly at Dexter.
"Dexter Black, I'll see how long you can keep up with this act!"
I pushed Damien away, then said firmly, "Mr. Coleman, my well–being has nothing to do with you. It never did, and it will not now."
"I'm not Sophia Milford, and you don't have to project your guilt onto me. I hope there anything between us in the future."
My firm attitude had seemingly hurt Damien.
He looked at me with a conflicted gaze, then smiled bitterly.
"Is this how it feels to be not trusted? Sophia, you're getting back at me, aren't you?" Damien wondered if I was doing this to make him experience everything that Sophia had experienced before.
"You're overthinking."I frowned. Damien was being annoying.
