Richard's POV
My heart couldn't take it.
Seeing Arabel in the arms of that jerk as he leans forward to peck her forehead like a man would do to his wife.
My heart felt like it was going to break into half pieces. It makes me seethe in anger.
Before I can do anything, my phone rings, jerking me back to life as I divert my gaze away from the sight.
Asking her for friendship was an alternative to telling her how much I loved and cared for her. I had never been so scared in my entire life. I dreaded what her answer would be.
Friendship was all I could ask for.
When I did, I thought she was going to let her guards down and transform overnight into the caring and loving woman I used to know.
My heart gives a little twist as I rise from the table to excuse myself. My face burns with fury
