‘Sorry?’
‘Why does he say sorry again?’
‘He have said sorry when we went for a walk after dinner tonight, and now he said sorry again?’, Rory had so many questions in her mind.
She leaned closer to King Blake's mouth , and his handsome face seemed to be going through some deep bitterness at the moment, his eyelashes trembling, and his palm was so warm it felt like it could scorch her skin.
The smell of alcohol filled the air, yet King Blake's unique scent was still present.
She tapped her fingers on King Blake's lips a few times, "Are you hiding something from me?"
She whispered softly,
Just a few minutes passed, and outside the window, dark clouds rolled up in the night sky, and heavy rain fell from the heavens.
Under the street lamp by the floor-to-ceiling window, the rainwater desperately washed everything away.