Skylar whispered to him, “That’s enough now. He’s actually quite pitiful, you know? He was always bullied back in school. He didn’t really do anything wrong other than being a tad stubborn. He’ll realize his mistake soon enough.”
Tobias retorted coldly, “Are you saying that I’m the one at fault? So I should just let my woman be subjected to such revolting photos in the middle of the night?”
Skylar grumbled silently. Why is he getting so worked up over this? It’s not like I looked at them on purpose.
After receiving that kick, Jackson seemed like he was on the verge of death. Until now, the agonizing pain in his groin had not diminished one bit.
He was no longer raring for a fight. Instead, he began to play the victim to garner sympathy. “I don’t know what I did wrong. Am I wrong to like you, Skylar? All I want is to be there for you.”
He staggered onto his feet and picked up the plastic bag which had been thrown to the ground just now, then took out a large metal box from it.
After that, he opened the metal box, revealing the hand-folded paper cranes and stars inside it, which were the results of his time and effort. There was also a handmade wool bag that he planned to give to Skylar for her birthday.
when he said, “I made these for you, Skylar. Everything
to the contents of the box. He must’ve poured a lot of
He’s not the one at fault. After all,
his right hand into his pocket, his handsome face frosting over as the corners of his mouth tightened. Then, he spoke in a voice that matched the unfeeling look on his face, “Wasting your time on meaningless things. Serves you
he aired his grievances, choking on his own tears and sobbing harder when Skylar looked
she extended it toward Jackson, Tobias’ ominous voice scared her into withdrawing her hand. “Don’t you dare. Put
nicely, “Just let him go. He’s really pitiful, and it’s all my fault that I didn’t make it
Jackson, towering over him in height as he emanated an intimidating
Jackson hugged the box
trouser pocket and flicked it, the sound exceptionally crisp in
sneer formed on Tobias’ lips right
were engulfed in flames. He threw the box to
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