Allison was crying in her room. Teresa was with her, hugging her tightly. Teresa heard everything from Max and hurriedly came to meet Allison.
"He hates me, Teresa." Allison let out.
Teresa stroked her back. "No, he doesn't. I have been watching him for two years. I lived with him under the same roof. Allison, he has feelings for you. Simply put, he is in too much of an agitated state to take anything in."
Allison broke the hug and wiped her eyes. "No, Tess. You don't know how he looked at me when he saw me with him in the bed. It was like I was a piece of shit. When he noticed that both of us were dressed normally, he appeared relieved, as though he would have been repulsed if something had taken place between the two of us. I am at a loss for words to describe how I am feeling right now."
As Teresa stared at the mess her best friend was making of tears, she too began to cry. She shook her head. "Don't say that."
"No, I am not going to marry him. If he claims that he doesn't love me
