Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I looked at her lively expression, and felt relieved. It seemed like all the barriers between us had completely disappeared.

"I know you're a straightforward person. You're not looking to take advantage, and this definitely isn't for personal gain. But I want to make one thing clear. You don't need to feel the need to become my friend just because I took a hit for you. I'd rather not have a friend like that." Her hand emerged from the blanket, grabbing mine.

"That was how it was at first," I admitted without reservation. It felt wrong to hide anything from someone like Trinity. I needed to be honest with her.

"I didn't expect you to take the hit for me with no hesitation. It made me feel guilty. I felt bad that I said those cold words to you the night before and made you feel that we couldn't be friends." "That did bother me a lot. It hurt my self-esteem." Her face turned cold.

"But even though you said we couldn't be friends, you still saved my life. So I felt regretful and guilty, especially when your life was in danger. I just want you to know that I genuinely want to be your friend because only a friend could have done what you did."

I squeezed her hand.

"A friend is someone who's willing to sacrifice anything for another person. That's a true friend. So I really wanted to be your friend after that."

She scrutinized me. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.

Suddenly, she looked at my thermos. "I want some soup."

My heart warmed, and I smiled. "Sure. My housekeeper, Molly, made this soup. She stewed it for a long time. It'll help you recover."

I hurriedly poured out a large bowl, blew on it a bit, and held it to her lips.

paused for a long time, she

noticed that she was

her complexion seemed to

and Stella have against you?"

then asked her, "Why

the relationships around me are mercenary and based on self-interest, but those who want to use me must have something

said these words, she appeared extremely pragmatic, which was a stark contrast to the

these two don't measure

to their level. What they do is lowly and despicable. I

fondness for her. But this two-faced girl

little bewildered and was

see you," I

see

had not informed her

told her the truth. "That's what

because of that," Trinity said calmly as

in this case. It's a fair game

He nodded at me, then stood by the bed, looking down

a little lost