A Forgiving Heart

Justine and Norman suddenly exchanged glances, as if both of them were waiting for one another to speak up, especially when my stares were as sharp as knives.

I know Norman always had his principles to cover up his ass so I poured my sharp knives toward Justine. He lied to me once about the incident but I know he will not do it again to protect our friendship.

"Yvanna, the thing is...," Justine started confessing but he ended up cutting off in the middle of his sentence, his troubled expression told me two or three assumptions.

"Should I tell her then? I'd be delighted to tell her about our man-to-man deal while she was profoundly sleeping the other day." Norman shrugs off, putting more weight on my shoulders when I still have Noah with me.

I found his shrug hard to breathe so I removed his arms from me voluntarily, and I didn't care if he got offended by it. With the fact that we already argued before Justine appeared, I no longer need to worry if he gets mad at m