Raising a slight brow, Zivon replied, “What? Why can’t I be here when you refused to answer my calls and messages?”
…It was true that she had ignored his earlier attempts at communication… And though it was honestly a slightly pleasant surprise that he came over, she still didn’t want to talk to him. With that, she was prompted to say, “…I’m feeling unwell, so if you want to talk about the news, let’s just do it tomorrow. Good night.”
Watching as she covered herself with the blanket again, Zivon could tell that something was upsetting her. Understanding that, he calmly asked, “Who made you mad…? Or did I perhaps make you misunderstand me again…?”
…She had seen the painting, and she had also caught them together for so long. There were no misunderstandings at all!
Since she continued ignoring him, Zivon’s gaze fell as he muttered, “…Guess I’m the one who made you angry, huh? Since that’s the case, you should tell me what I did wrong now. Remember how you promised that you’d tell me if any problems arose?”
…True enough, she had made such a promise, and it didn’t help that he was coaxing her so gently as well… In the end, she sat up and began relaying all her grievances in one go…
“Could you please stop treating me so kindly…? Pretending that you love me very much when you clearly don’t…? I really hate it…”
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