"Camila, can we talk, please?"
"I don't want to talk!"
"I do."
Camila stopped in her tracks as she was about to get into bed, suddenly turned around, and looked at the man before her, "What do you want to talk about? Your fiancée? About why you forgot about me these past five years? About how Belinda and I have been living? That's right, I can't bring myself to love other men, nor can I truly bring myself to hate you. In my heart, you're unmatched, but I just can't accept it... Why should I act as if nothing happened and accept you coming back to me after you hurt me so? But if I don't accept you, my heart will hurt... I don't know—"
Her voice came to an abrupt halt. Camila prattled on as if venting the unease in her heart.
However, before she could finish, she felt a strong hand reach out, pulling her into a warm, sturdy chest...
"What can I do to make you forgive me?" a low voice asked from above her head, filled with a touch of sorrow and pity.
