Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 636 - 463 Accompaniment and Comprehension_2

Last year, Taylor became pregnant before marriage, and during her pregnancy, she had to endure not only the hardships brought by the pregnancy itself but also persist in releasing a new album and endure the pointing fingers and questioning from the outside world and her fans.

The pressure she was under at that time was unimaginable.

After giving birth, she adopted an unwise strategy to deal with her child's issue. Though it brought her temporary peace, during that time she was surely tormented by a lot of negative emotions: depression, worry, self-blame.

Some time ago when the child's issue erupted, she found herself caught in a media storm, again faced with a lot of criticisms, accusations, and abuse.

Having experienced these things himself in the past, Link knew the taste of being criticized by the entire society's public opinion, and Taylor, with her thin skin, who cared more about others' evaluations, would find such unpleasant experiences even more deep and unbearable.

Although he stepped in midway to deflect some of the criticisms, Taylor's reputation still suffered considerable damage.

This kind of damage is irreversible, like being slashed by a knife; even if the wound can heal, it hurts when injured and ugly scars remain afterward.

For a public figure, it's a stain that cannot be removed.

How hard it was for Taylor back then, and how she endured it, he wasn't there and knew nothing about it, but putting himself in her shoes, it must have been very difficult.

Looking at the woman still angry across from him, Link regretted his past actions for the first time.

Last April when they broke up, he should have let go decisively instead of clinging on to take care of his own feelings, bringing endless trouble to Taylor. After all, Taylor is a living person, not an NPC in a game.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"You were wrong? Every time I blame you, you say you were wrong, but when have you ever changed? If you can't correct your mistakes, why didn't you say so earlier? Why did you deceive me? Do you think I'm stupid and easy to fool?"

As Taylor spoke, tears suddenly cascaded down, like ceaseless rain, instantly making her pale cheeks damp, her delicate jawline turning into a dripping eave.

Link, holding a tissue, sat beside her, wanting to help her wipe her tears, but Taylor forcefully pushed him away.

He persisted, and suddenly Taylor grabbed his arm and bit down hard on his wrist, biting fiercely, her tears quickly wetting his arm. With his wrist in her mouth, Taylor let out a low weeping sound.

Link reached out to embrace her shoulders, stroking her back gently as he used to do.

Taylor cried in his arms for three or four minutes before gradually calming down, then suddenly pushed him away and quickly left the living room, covering her face.

Link looked at his wet shirt and the clear bite mark on his wrist stained with traces of blood, fell silent for two seconds, and returned to eating fish at the dining table.

He decided to return to Los Angeles the next day, and from then on, aside from visiting the child, to keep his distance from Taylor as much as possible and not to disturb her.

No matter how many boyfriends she had, he would no longer interfere, letting her live as indulgently and unrestrained as she did in her past life, considering her a once-loved stranger.

More than ten minutes later, as he was about to clear the plates, Taylor suddenly reappeared in the living room, her golden hair re-styled and cascading over her shoulders, her cheeks touched up with powder, lips freshly glossed, once again looking exquisite and pretty.

Only the undeniable reddened rims of her eyes, the moist blue irises, proved that what had happened before was not an illusion.

"Put it down, I haven't finished eating yet."

Taylor said.

"It's cold."

"I don't care."

Taylor sat down again, ready to eat fish, while Link took the plate back to the kitchen to reheat the fish and pizza, bringing them back to the dining table.

When he returned to the living room, Taylor was drinking beer, a one-liter can of German dark beer, her cheeks flushed from how much she had drunk.

"Here, this is yours."

Taylor pushed an opened can of dark beer towards him.

Link took a sip and, looking at Taylor eating pizza, said, "It was my fault before. I shouldn't have clung to you because I couldn't let go, getting you pregnant, causing you so much trouble. I won't come to bother you anymore, nor will I add new troubles and disturbances to your life. Will this make you feel better?"

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"...You are such an incredibly foolish man, drink up!"

Taylor picked up the beer and said.

Link clinked cans with her.

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The next day when he woke up, it was already bright outside, the sunlight from the east piercing through the milky fog between the primeval forests of the Great Smoky Mountains, skimming over the lake's surface like a blue gemstone, casting a gentle light onto the glass at the foot of the bed, lighting up the room.

Suddenly, he saw a tall figure with a blanket wrapped around the lower body, carrying shoes and a dress, undergarments in hand, tiptoeing out of the room.

"Darling, where are you going?"

Link rubbed his forehead and called out.

The sleek figure paused, slowly turned around, lifted the blanket a bit higher to cover the delicate area tinged with pink, revealing that the woman was indeed Taylor.

Her bangs were a chaotic mess, her fair, delicate cheeks were rosier and more translucent than the day before, and her eyes were brightly springing with life, albeit mixed with a bit of embarrassment.

"Cough! You're awake. We both got drunk last night and accidentally slept on the same bed, but nothing happened, don't misunderstand."

Taylor blinked and said.

Link gave her a helpless look, "We've slept together so many times, is there a need to be this embarrassed?"

"It's different, we broke up, and we only slept on the same bed last night, nothing else happened, don't make things up."

Taylor shouted, her face flushed.

Link nodded and pointed to the underwear in her hand, "That's mine, yours should be in... the living room."