The moment I glanced at the message, the water had stopped running at some point. Taylor stood behind me and demanded coldly, "Why are you looking at my phone?""I'm not—ah!"He shoved me aside in anger. I lost my balance and fell hard to the floor. My arm scraped against the corner of the table, leaving a long gash, and my ankle was twisted.Immediately, tears fell from my eyes. Nevertheless, Taylor didn't hurry to comfort me. Instead, he thought I'd hurt myself on purpose to win his sympathy.With a look of irritation, he fetched the first-aid kit and began treating my wound. I didn't resist.Halfway through, his phone rang. It was Yvonne's custom ringtone.I once asked Taylor to set a custom ringtone for me, too. Yet, he'd claimed I was being childish.On the phone, Yvonne whined, "Taylor, I think I drank too much… I feel awful and can't sleep."Upon ending the call, Taylor didn't bother to finish tending to my wound. He simply grabbed the hangover medicine I had prepared an
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