Kenneth Osborne hadn’t expected Lawrence Winters to escalate things to this level.
He clenched his fist tightly, feeling tornted for the first ti, and even a bit discouraged.
This was the girl he had loved for so many years, yet to this day, she couldn’t understand his earnest intentions...
Many people say that childhood friends find it hard to make it to the end; he had never believed that.
Now, he still doesn’t believe it, but he’s beginning to understand why others say so.
There’s no other reason, perhaps this is just life.
Kenneth’s eyes dimd, the wound was deep in his heart, but he didn’t show it; he continued to speak gently to Lawrence, "Nora, words like these shouldn’t be said carelessly; they can really hurt feelings, do you know that? If you’re dissatisfied with , you can say it. I’m dissatisfied with you, I say it too. We understand each other in order to better improve ourselves."
"I have always believed that the feelings between two people should allow both parties to beco better versions of themselves. ——Don’t you think so?"
Lawrence’s arm was in intense pain, and her heart was both panicked and tornted, worried whether her mom and uncle would truly beco disappointed in her, at her most vulnerable and helpless mont.
She didn’t need this rational introspection now; she only needed his reassurance and promises.
But Kenneth failed to provide either.
Lawrence’s tears, already frightened out by her mother, began to fall again. She lifted the arm that wasn’t hurt to wipe away her tears, turning her head stubbornly, saying, "It’s unfortunate, but I don’t think that way. What I want in a relationship is to be pampered and loved, to be comforted when I’m unhappy, and to be supported without consideration of the circumstances when others scold ."
"And you, not only didn’t stand by , but you even stood on the opposite side to tear down!"
Lawrence looked at Kenneth with a face full of anguish, and hurtful words spilled out uncontrollably: "You say I don’t understand you, but do you even understand ?!"
"Do you realize how much pain you’re causing by acting this way?"
"Ever since you were young, you were the one your parents favored the most; no matter what mistakes you made, your parents wouldn’t say a word against you! ——You’ll never understand how I feel!"
"You want honesty, fine, let tell you honestly, I’m very regretful about your behavior today! Very disappointed! ——The boyfriend and fiancé I want is not soone like you!"
Kenneth’s eyes twitched uncontrollably.
He had invested his heart in Lawrence for so many years, silently caring about her every detail, attentively getting close to her, and embracing her.
How many years has he loved her?
Now, it turns out she’s saying he doesn’t understand her, nor does she understand him...
And even claid that the boyfriend or fiancé she wants is not like him!
Kenneth had grown up never experiencing such a blow.
What’s more, the person dealing the blow was the girl he had cared for deeply since childhood.
She probably has never truly felt his affection for her.
He opened his mouth, wanting to counterattack, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them.
Words spoken in anger are always regretted later.
And his experience in running his own business taught him that once words are spoken, they’re hard to take back.
Lawrence can be angry, but he can’t, because he’s a man, he must have so burdens, he must be responsible for what he says.
So he held back, saying nothing, turning around and walking into his room.
Lawrence, seeing him leave, grew even angrier.
If she weren’t concerned about making too much noise, fearing it’d be difficult to handle if her mom, uncle, and master grandfather heard, she would surely have shouted for him to stop.
But she didn’t, nor did she dare, she just glared at his back, viciously saying, "Hmph! If you don’t want to deal with , I don’t want to deal with you! Best if we never speak again for the rest of our lives!"
She looked at her bandaged left arm, the wound still hurt intensely, seemingly more than yesterday, but her heart hurt even more, making it feel like her arm wasn’t hurting as much.
She sat down dispiritedly, finished eating all her buns, before getting up to return to her room.
After returning, she saw it was already past nine in the morning; her arm felt burning and uncomfortable, she didn’t want to go to work, so she sent a WeChat ssage to Edward Foster.
[Lawrence]: Little Foster, my arm is injured and I can’t work at the company temporarily, I’d like to request a week’s sick leave. I’ll submit the sick leave note later.
According to their company’s policy, requesting more than two days of sick leave requires a hospital-issued sick leave note.
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