After a moment, Dilan let go of Frida's face, and stared into her eyes. For a moment he felt isolated. After all, the clear, sweet eyes that always radiated joy and charm were now cold and distant...
Despite what he was rambling on about, Frida looked away and continued to bandage her hand... At that, Dilan placed a hand on his knee and decided to speak to her again in a low tone.
"Frida,... It's Tyron, he's trying to break us up"
Dilan felt so foolish when he said that. In fact, it was the first time he had ever explained himself to a girl... Since when did he do that? When did he, a damned alpha womanizer, become this pathetic man who begged for a woman's forgiveness?
What gnawed at his senses the most, was knowing that he really cared about her.. Even though he didn't mind losing
