I heard the sound of whimpering cry and kissing from the other end.
"Clara, don’t worry! If I could frame her for plagiarism back then for you, I can do anything for you now …"
"I know she’s made us a lot of money, but you can’t marry her, okay?"
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The call abruptly ended.
I reached for a glass of water to steady my emotions, only to feel a sharp sting on my lips.
Crash!
The couple’s mug we had bought on our first trip together slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor.
When Shane returned, he saw my red-rimmed eyes and the broken pieces on the ground. He rushed over, pulled me into his arms, inspected me anxiously from top to bottom and asked, "Baby, did you burn yourself? Is the cup broken? It's okay, we’ll just buy another one!"
As I looked at his concern eyes, I could not help but shed my tears. He gently pulled me into his embrace and soothed me gently, "It’s my fault. I forgot to adjust the temperature setting and you got burned because of me."
However, my sensitive nose caught a familiar sweet smell on him. The only one who had the smell was Clara. Clara said the perfume was made exclusively for her, no one had the same aroma.