"You know those photos are fake, so why won't you give me a chance to explain? Why do you misunderstand me?"
"I'm sorry." Brett bowed his head in apology, not daring to look at Izabella. He could imagine how disappointed she must be.
He was afraid of Izabella leaving him and even more afraid of her saying "Let's end this."
"Is 'sorry' all you know how to say?" Izabella asked emotionlessly, turning her head to look above Brett's.
His hair was messy, and his hair were filled with dirt and grass, making him look like he had just rolled around somewhere. There were bloodstains on his white shirt and injuries on his face.
Izabella asked, "How did you get these injuries?"
Brett's hand, hanging on his thigh, clenched into a fist. Afraid that Izabella would worry, he wanted to tell her he had hurt himself by accident.
But this thought was harshly cut off by Izabella. "Don't lie."
Misunderstanding was the biggest problem between them, causing mutual suspicion and distrust, regardless of whether the lies were well-intentioned.
Brett admitted honestly, "I got into a fight with Nathaniel."
Izabella wasn't too surprised, "So you two do know each other."
"You guessed it?"
"I guessed during lunch with him. He kept trying to sow discord between us. I thought it was just his little trick, but I still fell for it," Izabella said, her face showing pain.
Seeing Izabella's desolate expression, Brett's heart filled with panic. He wanted to reach out and hug her, but he didn't know what kind of embrace could prevent her from getting hurt. All he could do was blame himself. "It's my fault. I was too scared."
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