Begging to be loved?!

"I came to see you," Kamala said with a low voice. His navy blue coat was covered with the sperks of rain. His hair on his forehead.

"Why? Are you here to lie to me again?" Why was he here when he was supposed to be cleaning a mess she made.

"No. Actually it's the opposite. I think you did me a favor. I didn't think I could've held it for so long. May I sit" He said, licking his lips. Nevena gestured for the chair.

"What do you mean?" She tugged her hair behind her ears.

"What I mean is that I rejected the contract. I told Juan to give it to Gregory" his shoulders were hunched.

"So am I supposed to believe that you'd leave something that makes you money? For what? What's in it for you?" Kamala wouldn't leave his millions for nothing. Let alone give it to someone else. He didn't have such a heart.

"For you" she raised her head and her eyes quickly withdrew.

"Are you perhaps enjoying toying with my heart? You've trampled on my heart for so long. And you expect me to nod to everything"