He silently swore to himself that from now on, he would never do anything that could make her misunderstand him or feel insecure. He would cherish her properly.
All this time, it had been his fault—not hers. He hadn't given her enough confidence or a sense of safety to believe that she could handle this relationship… that she could handle him.
Finally, the car pulled up outside Morrison's residence. At this point, Lilian had no choice but to get out, her face still cold and small as she followed him inside.
Once inside, she sank onto the sofa, and Morrison immediately sat beside her, holding out his phone.
"I've already uninstalled them. From now on, I won't use any of those apps!"
Lilian glanced at him, snorted coldly, and turned her face away—clearly still upset.
Morrison felt like he wanted to rip his own heart out and show it to her.
"I really only tapped them by accident…"
