|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
“It’s my fault,”
I sighed heavily when Lorenzo said that. I lifted my gaze into his direction, and seating a few meters apart from me, with the table only separating us, he was sitting straightly on his seat, his both hands on his legs while staring at me.
“You don’t need to apologize, Renzo,” I tell him. He has been apologizing the moment we got inside his office.
“But Mirrielle. How could I not blame myself from being the cause of these rumors? If only I had checked the lock of my doors, this would have not happened!” he said between gritted teeth.
“Well, we can’t do anything about it. What done is done,” He stare at me in disbelief, like he couldn’t believe that those words were coming out of my mouth.
I heave a deep sigh and finally surrendered i
