For this reason, I followed him all day long, taking care of him, cooking soup for him, drinking for him and putting out the cigarettes for him.
But he still hated me the most.
He drank more, smoked more, and didn't go home at night...
It seemed that he was unwilling to give up until his body was damaged.
I knew that he was just trying to escape from reality.
I forced myself to check the time and jumped up in an instant.
It was time for dinner! I opened the door in a hurry.
In the next moment, my heart instantly constricted, my pupils dilated, and the blood in my entire body seemed to have been frozen.
It was not because Dean was intimate with the woman he brought back!
I was not surprised that this woman was the one who used to bully me!
It was Dean's outfit!
He wasn't nearsighted, but at the moment he was wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses and had changed his punk style into a white shirt.
It was just like how Edward was in college.
I found it hard to believe that he didn't do it on purpose.
The girl pretended to be surprised and asked, "Dean, who is this girl? She looks so familiar."
Dean gently stroked her head.
My heart ached as if it had been stabbed by thousands of needles.