The Most Painful Thing

After the meeting, Bastian saw Renata sleeping on the sofa. Her cell phone was lying on the table, and a box of macarons seemed to be gone.

Bastian walked over to Renata's body. He crouched down near Renata's head. He gazed at her innocent, beautiful sleeping face. Looking at Renata at that moment was like looking at a sleeping princess.

His hand stretched out to tidy up the hair that fell on Renata's face. For a moment, Bastian's memory traveled to the incident several years ago. Where the accident happened, the attack that left his family dead without a trace Even his five-year-old sister. The pain was still very much in his heart. A pain that continued to gnaw at his heart without being able to heal.

Bastian pulled his hand away from Renata's face with a strong fist. His eyes were red with anger. Between the resentment and desire he felt at the moment for the woman in front of him. On the other hand, he always wanted to hurt Renata, make her cry, and make her feel miserable. But on