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Not wanting to keep his curiosity to himself, Ansel decided to clarify his findings.

“Erica, where’s your blanket?” Ansel asked seriously when he saw that there was no blanket on Erica’s bed or a pillow. Ansel believed that the air was cold, and it was surprising that Erica seemed unaware of it. If Erica had a habit of sleeping without a blanket in cold weather like today, it would be hard to believe.

“That… I…” Erica looked at Ansel awkwardly in response to his question. She didn’t know how to explain the situation.

Facing Erica, who was hesitant and dodging, it wasn’t difficult for Ansel to deduce the truth. Negative emotions overwhelmed him as he scolded Erica.

“Why would you do that? Can’t you think about your own health?”

“What do you mean?” Erica pretended not to understand Ansel’s intentions.

“Erica, please answer my question honestly,” Ansel urged, but she avoided making eye contact. Once again, Erica chose to evade rather than face the situation directly, leaving Ansel feeling frustrated.

“I’m leaving.” Without waiting for Erica’s response, Ansel declared himself, decisively getting up from the bed and heading towards the door. Ansel’s anger was evident on his face.

“Ansel, are you joking? It’s midnight now. Going out is very dangerous,” Erica panicked and asked.

“My affairs are none of your concern,” Ansel replied loudly.

“Are you angry with me?” Erica asked cautiously.

“What right do I have to be angry with you?”

After saying that, Ansel walked out of the room with determination. The door slammed shut before Erica’s eyes. At that moment, Erica felt a pang in her heart. The sensation of loss overwhelmed her. Erica knew that if she didn’t act swiftly, it would be too late.

Without any further hesitation, Erica made up her mind to chase after Ansel.

“Ansel!” Erica called out when she saw him standing at the door, ready to leave the apartment. Anger urged Ansel to ignore Erica’s plea.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Please do not go,” Erica shouted bravely as she hurriedly stood behind Ansel. Her hand reached out and grabbed his shirt. “Ansel, I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Ansel stood still, turning his back to Erica. He didn’t respond to Erica. Ansel was certain that Erica had more to say, and he felt it was best to listen.

“Ansel, I didn’t mean to make you angry. I just don’t want you to get sick,” Erica hesitantly explained. “I want you to have a comfortable and warm night’s sleep. That’s why I… I’m sorry; please don’t be mad at me.”

Erica choked on her plea, tears streaming uncontrollably. Upon realizing Erica’s tears, Ansel finally turned to look at her.

“I’m sorry,” Erica said while crying. Her demeanor at that moment appeared filled with anguish and guilt. Despite Erica’s mistake not being significant, she still felt a gnawing conscience for keeping things hidden from Ansel.

“Why didn’t you tell me from the beginning? We could have worked it out.” Ansel raised his voice and asked.

“How do I solve it?” Erica asked, roughly wiping her tears with her hand. She didn’t want to cry in front of Ansel. Erica is afraid that Ansel will think she is fake. It would be really bad if that happened.

Faced with Erica’s challenging question, Ansel seemed to regain his composure. Indeed, it wasn’t as simple as Ansel had initially thought. After a moment of contemplation, he hesitantly replied:

“We can share with each other; at least that’s the best way.”

“How is that going to work?” Erica objected. “I don’t want to.”

Erica spoke nonchalantly without noticing or realizing how hurt Ansel was hearing her words. With a sense of sadness, doubt, and disappointment, Ansel straightforwardly questioned Erica:

“Erica, do you hate me so much? Do you consider me the villain?”

Erica panicked at Ansel’s unexpected question. She feared that Ansel would form a mistaken judgment about her and unfairly think ill of her.

“No, it’s not like that.” Erica immediately shook her head in denial. “Why would you ask such a thing?”

“If that’s not the case, then why are you guarding yourself against me? You would rather choose the harder path than share it with me.” Ansel asked, his expression showing too much hurt. “I don’t know what I did wrong to make you doubt me. But I assure you, I won’t do anything harmful to you. I can promise you that.”

“Erica, what do I have to do for you to trust me?” Ansel choked out. He could no longer maintain his usual cold demeanor. “Please tell me, Erica. Right now, I feel utterly useless.”

Listening to Ansel’s heartfelt words, Erica felt even more guilty and surprised to discover Ansel’s sincere thoughts and emotions. Erica realized it was her fault. Erica wanted to rectify her mistake.

“It’s not like that, Ansel. Please don’t think that way,” Erica tried to justify herself with confusion.

“So what should I think then? The truth seems clear to me,” Ansel affirmed bitterly.

Unable to bear seeing Ansel struggle with his negative thoughts any longer, Erica gathered her courage to confess.

“No, that’s not it.” Erica sobbed as she spoke. “I acted that way because I didn’t want you to perceive me as a scheming woman, taking advantage of the opportunity to seduce you. I was afraid you would hate me if I suggested we share a blanket.”

“It’s not that I hate you, nor do I doubt you.” Erica shook her head insistently. “It’s not like that.”

Ansel suddenly woke up upon hearing Erica’s confession. He felt a mixture of dizziness and his own foolishness. Ansel had been angry with Erica without knowing the reasons behind her actions. He had also been mistaken about Erica. Oh my, Ansel had forgotten who Erica truly was. He should have put himself in Erica’s shoes to understand her decisions.

With a heavy heart and a sense of guilt, Ansel embraced Erica tightly.

“I’m sorry, Erica,” Ansel said, choking with emotion.

“I’m the one who should apologize.” Erica shook her head and said, “I’ve made you misunderstand.”

“You’re being silly,” Ansel scolded Erica. “How could you come up with such complicated assumptions?”

“I just…” Erica trailed off, her voice trembling.

“Stop crying,” Ansel comforted her, “or your eyes will become swollen.”

“Okay,” Erica nodded, a few tears still lingering on the corners of her eyes, slowly falling down. She subconsciously hugged Ansel tightly, as if afraid he would go away.

A quiet silence took over. The two enjoyed each other’s moments in a warm, affectionate embrace.