Sharon, because of me and Aaron, has been hesitant to accept Chris' proposal.
I was even ready to let him go.
Why won't he spend one last moment with Aaron?
It was one thing for him not to love me, but Aaron was his son too.
How could he be so heartless towards Aaron...
I stared at Chris in utter disappointment. Once, I had found his features as picturesque as a painting, but now, his face only filled me with disgust.
Just as Chris was about to speak, Sharon interrupted, "Chris, my foot hurts, and so does my face. Can you check if it's swollen? I wonder if it will affect tomorrow's business event."
Chris immediately redirected his attention to her.
Sharon took the opportunity to collapse into Chris' arms.
The slap I had delivered with all my might left a clear handprint on her fair cheek.
Tears welled up in Sharon's eyes.
Chris, heartbroken, gently wiped her tears away.
He used to be quite kind to me when we were younger. If I fell, he would help me up.
And he would wipe away my tears like this.
I couldn't recall the last time he showed me a hint of kindness.
Chris' gaze was devoid of tenderness, replaced by a chilling coldness. "Amber, apologize to your sister."
I lifted my chin, straightening my spine. "No!"
Chris never expected me to have the audacity to defy him.
The time when he despised me, coincided with my budding affection for him.
Because I liked him, I was cautious and meticulous in his presence.
With a heart whole of caution, I offer him my genuine affection, terrified that he might despise me.
But no matter what I did, it was always wrong in his eyes.
Nothing I did could ever measure up to Sharon.
Chris was briefly surprised, then returned to the couch with Sharon in his arms.
As I walked away, I heard Chris warn, "Amber, don't make me angry."
His bodyguard stopped me and escorted me back in front of the two of them.
Chris sat there, legs crossed, looking at me leisurely.
The pressure was palpable.
"Apologize to Sharon."
Sharon flashed me a challenging smile, then turned to Chris. "It's okay, Amber didn't mean it."
Chris looked at her pityingly. "Sharon, you're too soft-hearted. You treat her like Amber, but she's never seen you as her sister."
Then, he glared at me. "Anyone who hurts Sharon will pay double."
I remember being cornered in an alley by older students who stole my money in elementary school.
Chris had suddenly appeared, beating the one who kicked me half to death.