If it were a stranger, Oliver Bloom's indifference would still be within the realm of politeness, but at this moment, his politeness had completely disappeared, leaving only pure ruthlessness, insensitivity, perhaps even a hint of disgust.
Elise Don's chest tightened, "What's wrong with you?"
Oliver Bloom tied his shoelaces, stood up, and over the threshold, it seemed as if he had never been inside.
"I should be the one asking you, what do you want?"
Elise Don didn't understand, but she was inexplicably trembling and involuntarily took two steps forward, asking.
"I... what did I do?"
Oliver Bloom glanced indifferently in the direction of the sofa.
"That piece of clothing, you didn't just make it for me, you made it for other men too."
The words were left at that.
Oliver Bloom withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her, not even giving Elise Don a chance to explain, and the next second, he turned around, pushed the door, and walked out.
The heavy door closed with a "bang".
