CHAPTER 66
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To say that I was deeply disturbed by Gaciella’s reaction was an understatement. The sullen emotions in her eyes I saw last night suggested this matter would be impossible to sort out easily.
She was hurt…that was obvious. Perhaps the most idiotic thing I’ve done in my lifetime was to think that naming her someone could make me less aware of her. My excuse—I was always in limbo when it comes to her. As if every time, it seemed I was crossing a wire suspended in mid-air with no harness to protect me. I was always hanging on a thin thread whenever she was concerned.
A mature man like me thinking this way in front of a 24-year-old woman? It was not a great feeling at all. But--I could only wait now. I was dreading her next moves and declarations, but I could do nothing.
