Johan was still clamming up. Maxtor was so anxious that he couldn't stand still. "Johan, what happened between you and Sierra? Can't you at least explain the situation to me?"
After a long silence, Johan looked up and out of the window. "There have been so many fights and misunderstandings between us in the past years and it seems that the past was a time that we can never go back to."
Upon hearing this, Maxtor seemed to have put his finger on the crux of the problem. "Did Miranda make Sierra misunderstand you?"
Maxtor said earnestly, "Johan, I've told you before that that woman has a twisted psyche and you need to stay away from her. You pitied her for being an orphan, but look at what she has been up to."
"It has nothing to do with Miranda. It's me. If I..." If he had explained everything to Sierra back then, she wouldn't have felt that insecure about their relationship.
He knew everything, but he still got mad at her.
Maxtor continued, "Hey, this is not the Johan I know. Are you telling me that you want to give up on the years of relationship you guys have?"
"I don't want to, and I want to start over with her. But I'm not sure if she's willing to give me a chance to start all over with her again." Johan turned back and looked at Sierra, who was lying on the hospital bed.
She used to be full of energy, and everyone around her would be deeply attracted to her. It was him who destroyed her self esteem and made her feel insecure.
The moment he saw her pass out earlier, it suddenly occurred to him that what she needed from him was his sincere care. She just wanted him to tell her that he truly loved her.
However, he had failed to do such a simple thing throughout the years they were together.
Sierra gradually regained her consciousness and opened her eyes slowly. The first person who entered her line of vision was Maxtor. She was stunned. "Maxtor, why are you here?"
"I saw you fainting as soon as I came out of the gate, so I sent you to the infirmary." It was Johan who had asked Maxtor to keep it a secret as he was worried that Sierra wouldn't want to see him, so he left before she woke up.
"I came here to pick you up, but you had to send me to the infirmary instead. I'm really sorry, Maxtor." Although Sierra didn't say it, deep down, she had already regarded Johan as a heartless man.
She'd fainted right in front of him, yet he didn't even bother to send her to the infirmary.
However, she could understand why he had behaved that way. He had just reunited with the woman he loved, how in the world would he be in any mood to care about an inconsequential woman such as her?
"Sierra, are you feeling better?" Maxtor noticed the flash of disappointment that sped through her eyes.
As long as she still cared about Johan, even by a modicum, Johan would still have a chance to win Sierra back.
"Yeah, I'm fine now." Sierra smiled brightly. "Thank you!"
"We are good friends. You don't have to be this formal to me." Maxtor sat Sierra up as he continued, "Let's go, let's head downtown first."
"Okay." Sierra nodded.
On the way out, Maxtor asked again, "Sierra, did you have a fight with Johan?" "Not exactly a fight but I just realized all of a sudden that he doesn't have me in his heart at all so I just decided to give up I guess." Now that she had moved on, Sierra was willing to talk about Johan openly in front of others.
Maxtor was surprised by Sierra's words. He said, "Who said that Johan doesn't have you in his heart? Did he tell you that himself? Or did you hear it from someone else?"
Sierra asked in reply, "Does it matter though?"
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