Brad had been wandering through the bustling mall with Jean, but from the moment they entered, she noticed his deep frown.
He seemed to despise the aimless wandering, but he was forced to suppress his irritation to keep her company.
His anger and gentleness coexisted in a strangely uncomfortable way.
Jean noticed his discomfort. With a delicate and pitiful look, she asked, "Brad, do you not want to be here with me? If you don't want to stay, it's okay. You can leave me here by myself."
Brad had been reluctant to spend time with her here, viewing it as a waste. However, upon hearing her words, his anger dissipated instantly.
He loathed such pointless wandering and believed it was a poor use of time that could be spent handling important tasks.
This was why she couldn't understand Jean's actions. He thought that she was deliberately wasting his time.
But when Jean spoke so vulnerably, his anger dissipated.
He looked at her with a softness that was barely perceptible, as if saying, "I'll be here for you when you need me."
He felt he owed her too much in these six years.
Every time Jean gazed at him with that sad yet radiant look, the guilt he felt surged uncontrollably.
"How can I leave you alone? I just think this aimless wandering is a waste of time."
When Brad looked at Jean again, his gaze carried a hint of scrutiny. She had been wandering around for over an hour, buying nothing and showing no real interest in selecting items.
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