"Scarlett Yates, this is my explanation. Not a single lie. Do you believe me?"
He asked three times if she believed him, yet upon seeing her expression, he was disappointed once more.
Her eyes, her expression, gave a clear answer.
She didn't believe him.
Even if everything he said was true, she would no longer offer a trusting gaze.
Why had things become like this between them?
Was her trust in him so fragile that a mere misunderstanding could make her stop believing in him?
He felt disappointed, and also exhausted.
How could he win her back, the way she was now?
One wrong step led to another; he hid things from her out of fear she'd misunderstand, which now became the fuse for her losing trust in him.
"You don't believe me, do you?" he suddenly chuckled, his eyes, once filled with anger, now replaced by loss and gloom.
