A heavy silence enveloped the living room, suffocating Taylor. She fixed her gaze on Brandon. "Speak up," she urged.


    "You know that knowing this stuff will only make you sadder," Brandon replied.


    "Stop being so fake. Who''s the one making me sad? If you couldn''t hide it forever, why not tell me ten years ago?" Taylor''s voice cracked.


    Brandon had turned her life into a joke, and now he was saying he didn''t want to hurt her. How could he be so hypocritical?


    Brandon reached for her hand, but Taylor pulled away. "Don''t touch me with your filthy hands. It disgusts me!"


    Brandon''s hand froze mid-air. After a moment, he pulled it back. "I never meant to get involved with her again. I just wanted to make up for what I owed her and Bishop." One time, he got drunk, and they couldn''t help themselves. Marlowe made him feel young and impulsive again, and he had endless energy to be with her.


    After that, Brandon avoided Marlowe for a long time. He felt guilty toward Taylor and feared falling again.@@novelbin@@


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