"You were doting on me?"

"Yes, didn't you feel it?"

Gale was speechless.

"My patience is limited." Shawn pulled out a chair and sat next to the bed. "Gale, as a woman, you should have some sensitivity."

"I'm sorry, I'm just completely insensitive. You should go dote on someone else. I don't need it."

He frowned unhappily.

Gale flipped through her book, wanting to give it a good read. However, Shawn kept on staring at her by the side, not letting her calm down.

"It's quite funny." She closed her book and said, "Susan's your benefactor, but you can kick her aside just like that, running to me. Shawn, all I have for you is hatred. Once you get over the novelty of it all, my end… might be ten thousand times worse than Susan's."

Gale was not blinded by love.

Her mind was very clear.

She knew very well how shallow and weak the love Shawn constantly proclaimed was.

It would be the start of her tragedy if she stupidly believed him and fell into his arms.

Furthermore…

Shawn had mad