Chapter 19. Calculated Kindness

We continued walking under the moonlight, my heart filled with warmth after hearing Dylan's analogy about thanking and apology.

"That's very nice of you." I gave Dylan a small warm smile. He stared at me for a few seconds before shifting his gaze to the moon.

"I guess," he muttered bashfully.

Hearing him say all these kinda made me feel bad for all the things I did to him. There was a sinking feeling in my chest.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled quietly. I could feel his gaze on me, yet I kept my eyes down, afraid to meet his intent gaze. "I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for asking you insensitive questions. I'm sorry for throwing your phone in the dustbin. I'm sorry for not being there on time to defend you when the officer tried to blame you. I'm sorry—"

"That's enough." I finally looked up to meet his grey eyes with my blue ones. "I have forgotten all about it, and if you're genuinely feeling sorry, I understand. You don't have to ap