Chapter 151. The Worry

Ayana’s POV

Finally, after resting on his cozy chest, I jerk myself up slowly and shyly. I am turning into a drama queen, and I don’t think I like it. I am revealing too much of my vulnerability, and I hate it.

Being this emotional is not my thing, especially after the hell that I have been through. I have been able to control myself so well. I even swore that no one would ever see my weakness again. What is happening to me? Why do I have to breakdown like this in front of him?

I suck the rest of the tears back and wipe away the tears that hang in my lashes. “I am sorry. I don’t know what came over. Sorry I… I messed up your shirt,” I apologize, lifting my hands to clean his soaked shirt.

As if I can dry them! Sigh!

I really did a good job soaking his chest with my tears.

He holds my hands, stopping me from my fruitless struggles. I am even making the mess even messier. “Relax. That is nothing. And my shoulder will always be there whenever