Cry , Even better if you , beg

In his sight, Leyla was trembling helplessly.

Even though she often pretended to act brave, she was always easily frightened.

She had been like that since childhood.

Matthias started walking towards Leyla while he recollected his memory of the young girl. He stopped a few steps away from Leyla as her eyes gradually turned to his hand. To be exact, to the glasses he was holding in his hand.

"I'm..... sorry."

Leyla barely opened her lips. Her eyes were filled with anger, but her apology was polite.

"I didn't think you'd be here. I'm very sorr...."

"What if I didn't have it? Did you think it was okay to sneak in?"

Matthias tilted his head to look at Leyla. Every time she blinked, her eyes progressively got redder. Even though she looked like she was about to cry, her eyes were still steady.

"Like... a thief?"

Matthias sneered with his low voice. Leyla's blushing cheeks were visibly seen even in the dark.