"If that's what you think, I can't change your point of view no matter what I say. The only thing I did wrong was that I didn't tell you about my recovery in time. As for everything else, I don't regret it. Believe me when I say that I love you with all my heart," Patricia said, fixing her eyes on him. To tell the truth, his accusation of her had once again thrown her into an endless abyss. She felt heartbroken, just like when he had hurt her last time.

  "You don't regret it! Good, good for you! I need time to think. I think both of us need to take a break." Tom turned around and left as soon as he finished speaking. Patricia ran after him immediately. In the hurry to get to him, she tripped and fell, letting out a cry. Her foot still hadn't healed. At the sound, Tom slowed down, feeling like his heart was breaking. Soon, he resumed his steps and left without turning around to check on Patricia.

  "Tom, you bastard! Just let me explain!" Sitting on the ground as she looked at Tom's receding figure, Patricia howled inconsolably. Tom did not come back. Just like last time, he had disappeared mercilessly and left her in the dark.

  She had imagined that he might be angry when he came to know her secret, but she never thought he would be so enraged. She was helpless and at a loss. Patricia had no idea how to fix this.

  Tom drove his car at full speed. This was his first time driving so fast. Usually, he followed the rules. But today, he did not know how to vent out his anger. Driving at full speed helped him shed some of it.

  He made a call to Rain. "Where are you?" he asked rudely. "Come out and have a drink with me."

  "Shoot! Are you ordering me, Tom? Do you know who I am? I'm an elite!" Rain said arrogantly, as if he was the busiest man in the wo

  ted Tom's behavior. He looked a little upset tonight.

  "Cheers," Tom raised his glass and said lazily.

  "If I'm correct, you're in an awful mood because something happened between you and Patricia," Rain said curiously. He would never let go of any chance to gossip about his friend.

  "How'd you know that?" Tom cast him a sidelong look and drained all the wine in his glass.

  "Of course I know! You are a man! There are only two reasons for a man to drink up. One is his career, and the other is his love. As far as I know, you're doing quite well at work. So love is the only option left." Rain did not drink like Tom. He only took cozy sips, which looked to be quite elegant.

  "Wow, you are a talented analyst. Yes, you are right. Cheers, to the two frustrated men!" Tom drained his wine again, as if he would not stop until he was totally intoxicated. The phone on his table kept ringing, but he did not spare a look at it.

  "Sure, cheers!" Rain did not pester him about Patricia. They were close friends, but Tom had his own private issues.

  Patricia kept calling Tom over and over again. She pulled at her short hair in worry. That man refused to pick up his phone.