Our picnic was finished. Sander already fell asleep in his father's arms as soon as we headed back to the house.

"I'll prepare our supper," Desmond said without looking at me.

I only shrugged. He fell silent ever since we had come back. Sander thought that Desmond was sick at that time but he reasoned out that he was jaded for a while.

It was not my fault if he was being like that. After all, Desmond thought that I could easily be persuaded again if he kept uttering such sugar-coated words.

No. I was going to protect my heart this time. He would never hurt me again just like...