As if that could save him from the nasty reality that he’d become exactly what he most loathed without knowing it. Did Claire hate him for that?
He was an asshole; yes, he couldn't deny it.
"You keep mentioning what happened, which means you clearly knew about the first time when you were so drunk," Luke found himself saying, as if he could argue the conviction from her face. As if he could make this her fault and make it better, or different, by shrugging off the blame.
"Hindi ko alam, I was drunk, remember? But later on, I realised we—yes. I knew that too."
"Then, bakit wala kang sinabi, Claire?"
"Bakit ba? Ano ba ang sasabihin ko dapat? Boss kita! Ano ka ba!"
"So?"
"Anong so ka dyan?" Her laugh sliced into him. "Wala akong ini-expect na kung ano pa man. What happened is just—a mi
