Jenna shoved Marcel away with anguish and anger. Her red eyes, damp with tears, and the tremor in her voice revealed just how deeply hurt she was.
"I don't like you anymore," she said. Marcel had been a significant part of her past, a chapter she had nearly closed until he returned, only to reopen old wounds.
Marcel, who had moments ago been pouring out his affections and pleading for reconciliation, now turned his back with a cold resolve. His fists clenched tightly, his expression shifting to one of disdain.
"I'm leaving. Have your breakfast. I don't want you to get sick—it'll be a hassle to look after you," he said, his voice laced with contempt. The contrast between his previous tenderness and his current demeanor was totally opposite, leaving Jenna more bewildered and hurt.
"You
