Mm, five words, three of them are "I'm sorry," the other two are her name, and at this point is there really any need to keep tangling with it?
When a person, a man, doesn't want to marry you, did he ever really love you with his whole heart?
A man who can't even give you a marriage says he loves you—would you believe it?
Anyway, she, Lydia Brooke, does not believe that the high-and-mighty Jorge Saxton ever loved her.
"Lydia, can we please not be like this… even if you just treat me as a friend, that's still…" The bitterness in Jorge Saxton's chest was impossible to put into words.
Lydia Brooke held the bottle of mineral water, her gaze calmly resting on Jorge for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed, her voice carrying a faint chill: "Jorge Saxton, have you ever heard this saying?… People who can still be friends after breaking up are all people who never loved each other seriously. Jorge Saxton, ask yourself honestly—when it comes to me, did you ever love me?"
