36. THE GIRL WHO SUFFERED

Ayla

He is panting. I can say by the way he is sweating that he has run a long way. He rapidly blinked, looking at the books sprawled across the floor and me. He ruffled his hand through his hair, a habit he often does when he is under pressure.

"I might have given one of my books. I wanna take t back."

Another lie. When he returned my diaries, it wouldn't have struck him that the things he was hiding can be written in them. There's no doubt in the fact that Blake was trying to protect me no matter what he did in the past, and it was Jayden who wasn't there all this time.

"I just need two minutes. I think that's the book," He pointed to one of my diaries.

He doesn't even know which diary contains the entries about that something I can't even speak about. He never read any of them.

"Drop it, Blake. I read it. I was pregnant. I knew now."

He knelt before me, supporting himself with his left hand on the couch.

"I didn't remember it. So it