Chapter 447

Bruce reminded me of that fact. His demeanor became more gentle. His eyes were unreadable. The light shining on top of him added to his vulnerability. He looked so upset over the loss of my tattoo. But why? Two years ago, he firmly wanted to break up with me. Now, he had a woman he loved by his side. When I had calmed down, I addressed him flatly, "Mr. Harold, we have been strangers for the last two years." I realized my voice was shaking as I spoke. A look of rage and despair flashed across his eyes. "Right." He lowered his gaze and mumbled softly as if trying to calm himself. A few seconds later, he looked at me with what seemed like misty eyes. He blamed me, "Why did you only think of removing the tattoo now when you could have done it two years ago?" That was a good question. Was I afraid that I would not even harbor resentment toward him after removing the tattoo? "Why did you design the same tattoo for the male lead—the simp—in Love Story, then?" I had to pinch myself in