Chapter Fifty-Five - Regrets

When I was done with my bathing, I stepped out of the bathroom, to be met by Roseville's gazing eyes. I shut her a dagger glare, as my eyes caught sight of hers. I hated the sight of it.

I hated it that I didn't at least think twice before making her mine. It's really disheartening all the pain and anguish she had made me pass through these few years we've known each other. I really regret ever meeting her in the first place. She isn't really worth it. I just don't want to say it to her face. I'm so surprised how I've been able to put up with all of those, all this while. It seems I've been so loving and lenient with her.

"Why give me that stare, Ben? Are you still angry with me?" She jested, perhaps in a bid to get me angrier.

I ignored and went towards the wardrobe. She cast baleful looks at me. I didn't utter a word.

"And why aren't you saying anything? Please, talk to me, Ben!" she felt dejected.

I focused on what I was doing and didn't give heed to her words, I wasn't ready to a