Julian couldn't feel his cheeks after the second slap, but each blow helped clear his mind, removing idle emotions and thoughts that distracted him.
He stopped complicating things in his mind and just focused on the moment.
The beautiful woman facing him stopped hitting him at some point. Now she hugged his chest while sobbing and apologising.
"Why are you saying sorry? This wound is what I deserve for hurting you."
Sena's shoulders quivered as she didn't respond.
Although still angry at him, her hands grasped his chest tight, while the crimson blood oozed down her hands.
However, Julian was only worried about Sena... He could heal a little blood loss, but her anger and tears concerned him most.
"Do you not need me anymore... because of her?" Sena spoke with a hoarse voice, barely above a whisper. She wouldn't look up, just pressed her head against Julian's chest like a shy child and hit him softly with her curled fists.
