"I'm just giving you a heads up, whether you take it or leave it, it's your call." Trevor looked up, his gaze landing on a car parked far away, "I am a pawn Brennen placed by your side. Now that you're of no use to him, so am I."
Cornelia followed Trevor's gaze, "He had someone tail you?"
Trevor shifted his gaze back to Cornelia, but there was no surprise this time, "Sometimes being too clever isn't such a good thing."
When Cornelia didn’t reply, Trevor continued, "Send a message to Abby for me. When I first approached her, it was indeed Brennen's orders. But as time went on, I really fell for her. I genuinely wanted to marry her, I even thought we could live a normal life after marriage. Regardless, the blame is on me, I let her down. I’m really sorry."
"Sorry? Another 'sorry'?" Cornelia chuckled, "Do you know what 'sorry' means?"
"Of course, it's an apology." Trevor said.
Cornelia sneered, "It means knowingly doing wrong. You knew it was wrong, yet you still did it, and then you say sorry. This kind of sorry is even more toxic than poison."
She warned, "Anyway, I don't want to see you around Abby anymore. Don't disturb her life."
"I won't, from now on." said Trevor.
Cornelia seemed to want to say something more, but after some thought, she held her tongue and hailed a cab home.
It was still early for lunch and Patricia hadn't returned from grocery shopping yet. Cornelia washed her face and headed to her study; it was almost time for her class.
She had never worked as a scriptwriter, and the only reason she took on the scriptwriting job for The Hitched Chronicles was because Foriver Entertainment had sweet-talked her.
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