Blushing, he apologized to me and when the doctor wasn’t looking, he leaned in to gently whisper in my ear. "Diana, what should I do? I just can’t control myself around you. I’m afraid to even imagine how much I love you..."
At his words of love, I couldn’t bring myself to blame him anymore. After all, if he didn’t love me, how could he be so infatuated with me?
But I had never considered that a man’s desire and love could be completely separate.
One time, his good friend teased him about where he found the energy to be with me so often. He pinched my blushing face and said it was because of love.
But now, I know it was really because of hatred.
That night, I couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. I woke up early and made breakfast for myself and Mrs. Cross.
Halfway through my meal, Vincent and Evelyn came out of their room.
Seeing that there was no extra breakfast on the table, he immediately asked, "Where’s breakfast for me and Evelyn?"
Noticing the red marks on Evelyn’s neck, Mrs. Cross immediately coldened her expression and said, "Vincent, who gave you permission to bring this woman home?"