"Yes, I'll figure it out now."
Kevin's secretary sighed helplessly when he looked at his boss's irritated face. He already expected
that his boss would screw this thing up because of his temper, so he had to help him.
Confusion was drawn all over Kevin's face as he sat on the sofa. No matter what it might took him, he
must make Anne come back to him.
In Sam's house,
Anne and Sam were both sitting whilst looking at each other. When she noticed the bruises on his face,
she couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Sam, I'm sorry for causing you this,"
Anne said in a very sincere tone. If it wasn't for protecting her, Sam wouldn't have been beaten up.
After all, she was the main reason as to why he was involved in such kind of trouble.
"Don't apologize to me. We two don't have to be so polite to each other. You know how important you
are in my heart. How can I just watch Kevin take you away?"
The guilt in Anne's alluring eyes made Sam feel sad. He had promised that he wouldn't let her be hurt
again, and he was a man of his words.
Anne was captured by the gentle tone of Sam. The wound on his face made her feel worse. She never
felt this guilty in her whole life.
"Sam, you really don't have to be so good to me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been injured.
By doing so, I feel that I owe you a lot. You know that I can't give you what you want…"
Anne lowered her head slightly, hurting to admit the truth. There was a trace of anxiety in her eyes.
Sam's kindness had just made her feel heavy in her heart, because she knew to herself that she
couldn't reciprocate his love.
She couldn't give him what he wanted, yet he had always accepted his care. In her mind, she thought
that she was not deserving of all his care and affection.
"You don't owe me anything. I chose to love you, and every single thing that I do for you comes from
my heart. So, you don't have to feel guilty."
Sam was afraid of what Anne would say next, so he interrupted her at once.
He already knew what was on her mind, but he didn't want to hear it out loud. He just wanted to protect
her. That was it. He couldn't hope for more, and he was happy to be with her at least as her friend.
Sam made Anne hold back what she was going to say. She wanted to tell him a lot of things, to clarify
everything with him, but she didn't have the heart to say something that would hurt him again.
"I'll go take the first aid kit to treat your wound." Anne didn't want to continue the topic any longer, so
she turned around and walked into the room.
Sam felt anxious as he stared at her back. He was really afraid to be refused by her over and over
again.
As he averted his eyes, loneliness was written all over his face. He knew that Anne would never love
him back the way he wanted her to feel, but he couldn't take his heart back.
Soon, Anne came out with the first aid kit and sat in front of Sam. She took out a cotton ball and
carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Sam frowned slightly and stared at the angelic face of Anne. He suddenly felt his heart beating so fast.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit ambiguous. Both of their expressions could hardly be read.
Anne was gently cleaning the wound of Sam.
Her eyes were so focused and serious, but with a trace of heartache.
Sam had never been so close to Anne just like now. She never cared for him like this. He couldn't help
but feel amused as he stared at her face. She was indeed perfect, but tantalizing.
Out of nowhere, Sam thought that being punched was somehow worth it. If it could make her care
about him more, he would rather be hurt seriously.
"Does it hurt?"
Anne felt sorry for Sam when she looked at the bruises on the corner of his mouth. She kept blaming
herself for causing him those wounds and bruises.
Sam was too allured as he fixated his eyes on her face, so he did not hear her speaking at all.
Before he could even answer, Anne already furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. When their eyes met,
she felt a strange emotion in his eyes, and her mood instantly shifted.
She averted her eyes and stood up quickly. She realized that she had been so close to him while
treating his wound and had completely forgotten his feelings for her.
Sam came to his senses and noticed the embarrassed expression on her face. He remembered how
inappropriate he had been just now.
"Anne, I'm sorry. I just…"
It was a little hard for Sam to explain for himself, because he couldn't find a proper reason. If Anne
turned awkward to him because of his gaffe, he would be very disappointed.
"It was nothing. The medicine has been applied. I'll make you something light to eat."
Anne walked quickly to her room. The attitude of Sam made her a little flustered and want to dodge.
She couldn't let him do so much to her. In the end, she would still be unable to give him what he
wanted, so it would be best if she made everything clear now.
"Okay…"
At first, Sam wanted to stop her, but on a second thought, he knew that she might have been
uncomfortable to see him now. He had no choice but to let her leave.
Anne felt uneasy while Sam was staring at her earlier. She walked into the kitchen quickly and
wondered if she should leave here. If she stayed with him for a longer time, his feelings would just
deepen and they would become more awkward towards each other.
As Sam looked at her busy cooking in the kitchen, he felt he couldn't give up on her. The idea of giving
up just made him feel worse about himself. He couldn't let his feelings for her go.
Soon, a variety of light dishes was put on the table. After fixing the bandage on his wound, he
proceeded towards the dining area. It could be noticed how the dishes were cooked from the heart; it
was so simple, yet mouth-watering.
A strange emotion rose in his heart. He looked at Anne with tenderness in his eyes.
"There's not much food in the kitchen. You can eat some first. Your mouth is slightly wounded, so the
dishes are all light."
When Anne noticed that Sam was staring at the dishes on the table for a long time, she thought that he
didn't like the food, so she explained immediately.
She did it lightly because she was worried that if she made the food spicy, it would sting his wound.
"Thank you."
Sam smiled gently at Anne, but because of the wounds on his face, he became a little conscious and
felt embarrassed.
"You should eat first. I'm going back to my room."
Anne couldn't breathe because of too much uneasiness. She turned quickly and walked towards her
room after saying those words to him.
"You haven't had breakfast yet. Let's have it together," Sam insisted.
He knew that Anne was deliberately avoiding him, and because of that, he felt a little disappointed. He
didn't want to maintain such situation, so he tried to stop her.
"No, I'm not hungry. Eat first and I'll clean it up later,"
Anne lied to Sam. In fact, she was really a little hungry at that time, but because of too much
embarrassment, she tried to hold it back and refused his offer.
She walked into the bedroom without looking back and closed the door. She sighed helplessly. Now,
she didn't know how to deal with Sam anymore.
Sam felt alone as he sat at the table without Anne. He was used to eating with her, but now the
awkwardness between them had started to grow.
He did not enjoy the breakfast. He found it tasteless because he ate alone. After he had breakfast, he
took a look at Anne's room and went upstairs.
Anne opened the door when she heard him go upstairs. She felt a little sad when she saw the food on
the table. The dishes were almost not eaten.
After cleaning up the table, Anne walked out of the house. She was bombarded with thoughts just now.
If she didn't want to ruin her good relationship with Sam, she must no longer stay here.
If she did so, Sam would probably just let his feelings for her go. In this way, she didn't have to be
embarrassed all the time, and Kevin wouldn't be against her anymore.
Anne finally found a suitable house, after being out for a whole day. Without any second thought, she
went back at Sam's house to pack her things up.
She couldn't stand staying with Sam even just a minute. Besides, her decision was also for Sam's
good. If she stayed there, she would just torment his heart piece by piece. She couldn't be so selfish.
It was already dark when she returned to his house. Sam didn't saw her the whole day, so he quickly
ran to her with worry in his eyes.
"Anne, where have you been for such a long time? Why can't I get through to you?"
There was anxiety in his tone.
Anne felt a little pain in her heart again when she saw how concerned and worried Sam was.
Nevertheless, she had already made up her mind.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke up.
"Sam, I went out to look for a house today, and I found a suitable one for me. I'm moving in tonight."
Anne looked at him calmly.
Sam was surprised at the moment. Soon after, he came back to his senses.
"Anne, why do you suddenly want to move out of here? Did I do anything wrong? Why are you moving
out?"
Sam could no longer imagine how painful it was for him. The more anxious he was, the more Anne
wanted to leave.
Anne took a step back and kept a distance between them. The way she looked at him clearly showed
what she truly felt at that time.
"Sam, thank you for taking care of me for such a long time. Thank you for being with me all the time,
but I can't rely on you for the rest of my life. I've made up my mind. I'm leaving."
"Anne, did I do something wrong?" If so, please tell me. I'm willing to make it right and change myself.
It will be dangerous for you to live alone in this country."
Sam tried his best to persuade her to stay. He didn't want her to move out. Even if he knew that his
feelings would just turn more complicated if she stayed with him a little longer, he didn't want her to
leave. He couldn't afford not to have her by his side.
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