"I never dated Rafael. Our relationship was only—"
"I know, Bianca. You don't need to explain more about what you two had in the past. I might get jealous if you keep saying another guy's name instead of mine," Adrian said, pretending to sulk a little, though his eyes still held a warm glint.
He was genuinely thankful that Bianca had been honest with him, it meant she trusted him.
"So, you don't hate me? You're not disgusted by me? Not disappointed?" Bianca asked again, still unsure if she could believe it.
"No. I wasn't exactly a saint myself. I have no right to feel disgusted with you because, if we compare pasts, I'm pretty sure if I told you about my love life, you'd be the one feeling disgusted with me." A faint smile tugged at his lips.
