Rose looked up at him, standing there quietly, tears brimming in her eyes. "Weren't you drunk that night too?"
Morrison pressed his lips together, "Yeah, I was drunk, but not blackout drunk."
He paused, his voice growing softer, "It was just the perfect excuse."
Rose wiped away her tears and sniffled. "An excuse? An excuse to sleep with me without losing dignity and to shirk responsibility?"
A twitch flickered at the corners of Morrison's mouth as he looked down at Rose, sensing something was amiss. "I... It was a big mistake."
Rose arched an eyebrow, tears still on her cheeks, but her eyes were clear.d2
"As much as I want to forgive you, Morrison, the things you've done lately make it hard for me to just let it slide. It would be like I have no backbone."
Strike while the iron's hot! Now that she fully understood Morrison's feelings, it was time to settle some old scores. A little "revenge" was certainly in order.
Morrison hurriedly pulled her into his arms, "I can apologize. Anything you want, just don't bring up divorce anymore."
Divorce? Out of the question. She planned on "torturing" him for a lifetime.
She remained silent, and after a moment Morrison continued cautiously, "What can I do to make you forgive me?"
Rose pulled away, "Who said I was going to forgive you?"
Morrison frowned, "Rose..."
As he began to speak, he saw her eyes welling up with layers of hurt, glistening with tears. Snowflakes had settled on her hair, and Morrison reached out to brush them off, gently touching her cheek.
"Don't be like this. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. We have to get on with our lives, right?"
"How can I settle down and live with you after the way you treated me before?! Morrison, you went too far."
As she spoke, tears began to circle her eyes before falling down, shining in the light like the snowflakes from the sky.
Morrison's temples throbbed. He was suddenly contemplative about his future days, which seemed to be full of trials and tribulations.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this now. We can bring it up later, okay? Just be careful with the baby."
Rose cried harder, "Now you tell me to be careful with the baby. What about before? Morrison, tell me, weren't you too much?"
Morrison nodded, "Yes, yes, I was too much! It's all my fault."
"You don't sound sincere at all!"
Rose wiped her tears and then suddenly burst out crying again. "You really went too far..."
Morrison felt a headache coming on. Just as he was about to go and comfort her, he felt a sharp pain on his back. Then came a series of smacks.
"You were just fine, and then you turn around and got Rose upset. Ungrateful brat."
Unmistakably, the one smacking and scolding behind him was Megan.
Megan continued her tirade without interruption, and Molly went straight to the weeping Rose and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Don't cry, let Granny handle him."
Rose dabbed at her tears and glanced at the man dodging Megan's blows, then looked down again.
Molly gave Morrison a helpless glance and led Rose away. "Come on, it's snowing so heavily, don't catch a cold. You're pregnant, and getting sick is dangerous for you and the baby."
Rose nodded and allowed Molly to lead her away. Before leaving, she turned back for one last look at Morrison.
Morrison, seeing her leave, called out urgently, "Rose! Wait!" His tone sounded harsh in his haste.
"You dare to be harsh with her! You never learn, do you?! You brat, if you keep treating her like that..."
Clearly, Megan's slaps didn't bring much pain to Morrison.
The corners of Rose's mouth went up almost imperceptibly as she followed Molly out of the hotel courtyard.
Morrison wanted to follow, but Megan called out to him. "Stop right there. Morrison, you're quite the actor, aren't you? All that spiel at the event was a lie, wasn't it? You got bored and started bullying Rose again. She loves you so much, and how much has she suffered? You really have the heart..."
"I'm not bullying her!"
"Then why is she crying so hard?!"
Morrison choked, "I bullied her before."
"Hmph! You admit it. Do you even realize how bad you were back then?"
Morrison pursed his lips, mumbling an acknowledgment.
"Have you figured out how you're going to make it up to Rose?"
Morrison was silent. Treat her well, of course. But what kind of "well" would make her forgive him? That was the real headache.
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