Henry Moreland's words left Olivia Yorke stunned.
"Actually, you don't have to do this." She had seen how Henry Moreland treated her over the years, had it etched in her heart, but couldn't give him the response he wanted. She knew her actions were unbearably cruel to him, yet... it was better to endure a short pain rather than a long one.
"Look around you, there are many girls better than me."
Henry Moreland held Olivia Yorke tightly, as if using all his strength in this hug.
He knew that after today, he would never be able to embrace her again.
He buried his face in Olivia Yorke's hair, greedily inhaling her fragrance, "No matter how good they are, they're not you."
Olivia Yorke was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry..."
"It's my own fault for not growing into someone you'd like." Henry Moreland said jokingly, then released Olivia Yorke, "Let's go back, before someone finds us and insists on inviting us for tea."
