Looking at Chloe Bishop's red-rimmed eyes, Liam Martin withdrew his probing gaze. He dropped his eyelids and said nothing, his fine lashes hiding every trace of emotion.Chloe Bishop had always loved Liam Martin's handsome face. Even now, standing there, he looked like a perfect painting—every line in balance.But at this moment, she hated him. She hated his eyes, his brows, his pristine white shirt without a single wrinkle. She hated his eternal gentleness, his perpetual calm.It took her a long moment to find her voice. "I came here to ask you one question. Why did you leave me at the altar?"Why did he do this to her?"I'm sorry."Liam Martin was silent for a moment, then said those three words.Three simple words—like salt rubbed into the bleeding wound of her heart. The pain was suffocating.More than ten minutes later, Chloe Bishop left the Martin residence, dazed and hollow.Liam Martin watched her lonely, broken figure disappear. He wasn't ruthless enough to let her go without
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