'This kneeling should be enough for Emily Taylor to forgive.'
Theodore Lucas thought to himself, full of confidence.
But what he completely miscalculated was Emily Taylor's reaction.
He knelt down, Emily's face showing neither compassion nor emotion, nor did she avoid or flinch.
She simply raised her eyes quietly, using those eyes he remembered with utmost disdain, looking at him with cold indifference.
"Emily..." Theodore called her, his eyes deep with meaning, "I'm begging you, forgive me."
Theodore feigned deep sincerity, not caring how others perceived him.
He was a wanderer, a wanderer's return is priceless, as long as a man can reform, a woman should accept it.
Moreover, Emily Taylor was originally his wife.
Theodore believed he had sufficiently lowered his stance, thinking that with this gesture, Emily would be moved, forgive him, or even cry and embrace him, grateful for his return.
Yet, nothing...
There was nothing...
