“N-No, you didn’t do anything wrong, master,” I mumbled as my hands reached for his back to return his hug. “It’s me; I am the one who did you wrong,” I admitted, letting go of the tears that I have been bottling up.
“Tell me, Bella, I’ll listen,” he uttered in a gentle and calming manner. He then gently pushed me away from the hug to take a good look on my crying face, “Don’t cry, please? It hurts me to see you crying,” he whispered, cupping my little face with his big hands. He wiped the tears on my cheeks with his thumbs. “You can tell me everything.”
I shook my head at him. “Thank you master, but I can’t just tell you yet,” I told him, trying to remove his hands on my face. “I need to go.”
He looked at me with a soft expression. His eyes seemed to be pleading. “Do you really want t
