Seeing Sarah truly soften, her eyes rimmed red, Drake finally strode over with his long legs.
He looked at her earnestly and said, "I just wanted to bring you something to eat—no ulterior motives.
Can you stop assuming the worst of me?"
Sarah let out a bitter laugh, curling her pink lips in a cold smirk.
"Drake, is it really me thinking the worst of you, or are you just that bad?
Don't waste your time on me.
With your status, you could have any woman you want.
Why cling to me like I'm the only tree in the forest?"
"No matter how many other women there are, the only one I want is Sarah.
If you feel I'm bothering you, I'll leave right now."
With that, Drake handed her the hairdryer and turned to walk out, leaving Sarah sitting frozen on the sofa, tears glistening in her eyes.
The table was laden with all her favorite foods, yet she had no appetite.
