"So, that night, it was me who took you away from the corridor..."
Isabella Harrison looked up at him, standing there quietly, her eyes filled with tears.
"Weren't you also drunk that night?"
Michael Lees pressed his lips, "I was drunk, but not to the point of being unconscious."
As he spoke, he paused, his voice growing softer, "...it was just the perfect excuse..."
Isabella wiped her tears with her hand and sniffed.
"Excuse? An excuse to sleep with me without losing face and to shirk responsibility?"
Michael's mouth twitched suddenly. He lowered his eyes to look at Isabella, always feeling something was off.
"I... this... I just... it was a huge mistake..."
Isabella raised her eyebrows, still with tears on her face, but her eyes were already clear.
"As much as I want to forgive you, Michael, the things you've done these days are unjustifiable in my heart. To just forgive you would make me seem spineless..."
Seize the opportunity!
