"You've slept with so many women, Norris Moore almost ended up being one of them, yet you still managed to be friends with her!"
Rufus Swallow lightly furrowed his brows.
"What do I have to do for you to finally trust me?"
"It's impossible to trust you." Aria Lulu pressed her lips together, her tone flat without warmth, devoid of extra emotion. "I feel so tiresome being like this. Please, just let me go, it's my fault. I shouldn't have gotten involved with you and your brother. I'm begging you, don't make me hate myself more than I already do."
Even she had started to despise herself for this constant state of apprehension and uncertainty.
Although she'd managed to remain calm in the U.S., the moment she returned to London and saw the way Rufus Swallow looked at Norris Moore, those feelings came rushing back.
She hated the person she'd become now.
The version of herself who cried over Rufus Swallow caring about another woman.
