The voice sounded very familiar, but I don't want to see him at the moment. I'm even afraid to see him. During this period of time in the company, I tried my best not to contact him, and he didn't make things difficult for me as before, as if he had become two strangers.
I didn't know why he suddenly came here. Thinking that it was impolite not to open the door, i raised my hand to open the door.
The iron door was rusty. When I opened the door, it creaked. I only looked at the crack of the door and asked, "what's up?"
Jeffrey Scott looked down at her and found that she was crying. he frowned and walked into the room without saying anything.
I had no choice but to move aside.
He went straight to the sofa and sat down. She was as restrained as a guest, but stood far away and didn't look at him with her head down.
Jeffrey Scott looked at her red eyes. Her eyelashes were still wet. "Why are you crying?"