Although Clyde was typically indifferent, he was always polite and respectful to others. Even with strangers on the street, he would never speak so rudely.
Hannah blinked, feeling a wave of hurt rising in her chest.
"I thought you were in pain. I'm sorry for intruding."
She rarely showed such vulnerability in front of others. She was unaware of how heart-wrenching she looked at that moment.
With her eyes downcast, her eyelashes cast shadows on her lids as if hiding unshed tears.
Her red lips were pressed tightly together.
As she resignedly stood to leave, Clyde closed his eyes, sighed softly, and grabbed her wrist.
"I'm not angry at you."
Hannah turned, glanced at her wrist, and then looked at Clyde.
"What's wrong then?"
She always believed that Clyde was too shy to kiss her so h
