He instructed the waiter to arrange a private room.As soon as the door to the private room closed, I hurriedly embraced him. "Trevis," I called out.His body tensed slightly, and he gently pushed me away. "Kathryn, you need to calm down first," he advised.With teary eyes, I inquired, "Don't you miss me at all?"He remained silent.I pressed on, "Have you read the book? I wrote it for you."He nodded with stiffness, his voice hoarse. "It's very well-written."I felt elated and attempted to hug him again, but he remarked, "So, someone as talented as you, Kathryn, shouldn't be associated with someone like me."I grew furious. "Someone like you? Tell me, what do you mean by that?"He chuckled self-deprecatingly, starting to list out the labels he pinned on himself: "Almost became a murderer, never went to college..."I couldn't bear to hear it anymore, standing there with tears welling up. "Trevis, that's not true, how can you think that way..." If it weren't for me, Trevis w
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