I tried his method, and it really worked. It actually felt much easier than before.
I thanked him with a smile. "Thank you."
He smiled back at me and said nothing.
Now seemed like the perfect time to talk.
Thinking of it, I slowly started with some embarrassment, "Uh, about that… I..."
Hearing the hesitation in my voice, Drover looked at me with a brow raised slightly. He had obviously guessed what I wanted to say and pursed his lips lightly before opening his mouth. "I was impulsive yesterday. I'm sorry."
He apologized first.
For a moment, I was stunned, then I shook my head and replied, "No, I should apologize to you. I just subconsciously hit you… It wasn’t intentional."
For someone like him, surely no one had ever slapped him before.
My thoughts were validated in the next moment.
Drover smiled lightly, amusement dusting the curvature at the corners of his mouth. "That was the first time someone hit me like that."
All of a sudden, I felt embarrassed at having my thoughts exposed. With an awkward expression, I smiled at him. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head twice. "It's nothing. I understand your emotions at that moment. You were scared."
I really was.
At that moment, there was this hostile aura surrounding Drover that I could neither push nor shake away. With the intense sense of oppression pressing up on me, I lost control.
I lowered my gaze. When I raised it again, my eyes were clear. "Yes, but it’s in the past now, yes?"
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