“Sab… Sabrina.” Nigel didn’t know where to start. He looked bashful, much unlike his usual self.

Standing in front of Sabrina, with his face unshaven and expression haggard, Nigel looked like he had met death.

In contrast, Sabrina’s expression was relaxed. “Mr Conor, you should just speak up if you have anything to say.”

“Sabrina, I’m sorry,” Nigel managed to say.

“You already told me that a week ago. I accept your apology,” Sabrina replied with a kind smile.

“I hope you can forgive me.”

“I’ve already forgiven you,” admitted Sabrina.

“Do you… still love me then?” Nigel asked carefully.

When she heard this, Sabrina lowered her head and fell silent. After a while, she raised it again to face Nigel. “I can’t lie to you, Mr Conor, I… have never loved you.”

Nigel was taken aback.

“I’ve never truly loved you.” she confessed, while trying to maintain her composure. “Ever since I was sent away at twelve, I learnt how to gauge the temperaments of others. In the eight years that I spen