"What?"
Orion Miller's hand lost its grip on the wine glass, and it fell to the ground with a sharp crash.
"Orion, do you know why I came to you? It's because you've liked Chloe Simpson for many years, just like I did. When I was pursuing Chloe back then, the pain I felt was unbearable. I knew how miserable these past five years must have been for you."
"That's why I came to you first. Yes, I used to see you as my rival, my enemy in love. But now, I suddenly feel that we're both sufferers of the same fate."
"Since we're both stranded souls in the same plight, why bother making things difficult for each other? I've already decided to do this anyway. Instead of looking for someone else, it's better to reach out to you. After all, you've endured the same pain and grievances as I have."
"Of course, if you don't want to be part of this, or if you still hold onto any hopes for Chloe, I won't force you. I can always find someone else."
