Nathan stared at her indifferent expression, feeling an inexplicable stab of pain in his heart.
So, love *could* fade.
"Bella, do you hate me for taking your kidney?"
Isabella’s lips curved faintly, a weak smile devoid of warmth.
There were so many reasons for her to hate him that she didn’t know where to begin.
Yet, regarding the kidney donation—if there hadn’t been deception—she didn’t truly hate him for it.
"You saved my life and paid for my education. Consider the kidney my repayment. We owe each other nothing now," she said, rising to leave.
But Nathan wasn’t ready to let her go. "Bella, if you don’t hate me, then come back home with me."
Isabella stared at him, her gaze blank. She didn’t hate him for taking her kidney, but there were countless other reasons for her to
