"Do you feel better?"
Jerome was afraid that Selina would hurt herself, so he gently raised his hand and patted the back of her head to remind her.
Selina's eyes were bloodshot, and she stopped. A metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She didn't know if it was from her or Jerome.
Jerome seemed to be unaware of his pain. He held Selina's face with both hands and gazed at her. "I'm not in love with Rose. She is like my sister, and her brother died for me. I promised him to take care of Rose, so I can't put her aside. It's really not the kind of relationship you think. Can you stop being mad at me?"
His voice was gentle and full of helplessness as if he was coaxing a willful child.
Selina looked away to avoid his gaze. "I doubt that. Men are liars. You have said this to lots of other
