Kendrick's face darkened as he stepped in front of Rebecca, glaring at me fiercely.
This was how it always went. As long as it was something involving Rebecca, Kendrick would automatically assume I was in the wrong.
In the past, I would try my best to explain, hoping he'd understand how I felt.
But this time, I didn't bother. I just shot him a cold glance and turned to leave.
Kendrick wasn't about to let it go and chased after me.
"What's with your attitude? It's bad enough you haven't spoken to me for days, but now you're causing a scene. Come back here and apologize to her!"
Looking at Kendrick, so serious and indignant, I suddenly found this familiar man strangely foreign.
"I haven't spoken to you? Did you even try to send me a single message?"
I stared at him, my face full of mockery.
"Well, I've been busy these past few days... I couldn't find the time," Kendrick blurted out. In the past, whenever he said he was busy or found some excuse, I would always go along with it, foolishly blaming myself.
I let out a cold laugh and tried to shake off his grip, but Kendrick panicked.