I took out my cell phone from the drawer and saw that he had contacted me in the evening.

I put the phone down. “Sorry, I didn’t hear that.”

Then I continued to look through the documents.

When Kayne came to my side, he finally noticed that my arm was in a cast. "Olivia, what's wrong with your arm? Why didn't you tell me?"

Closing the document, I said, "It was broken in the car accident."

Kayne put away the anger on his face and showed some guilt.

Sitting down next to me, he said in a much softer voice, "Olivia, I didn't see it at the time. There was an airbag in the front seat, and you didn't cry out in pain. I thought you were fine."

I turned my head to look at him. "Really?"

He continued to explain, "The situation was urgent at the time. Freya kept crying out in pain, so I thought she was seriously injured."

Was Freya seriously injured? She just hit her head on the glass and scraped her skin.

Kayne came over and took my hand. "Olivia, you know that girls care most about their faces. Freya won't accept it if she gets disfigured."

I nodded. “I know. I understand.”

He paused for a while.

Then he changed the subject. "It rained heavily and thundered last night. You know, Freya has been afraid of the dark since she was young, so I..."

I didn't want to hear his explanation.

So I interrupted him and said, "Okay, she's injured and she's afraid of the dark. You should spend more time with her."

Kayne suddenly became angry. "Olivia, what do you mean?"

I looked at him quietly.

Letting go of my hand, he stood up and looked down at me. "I've explained everything to you, but why do you still have this attitude? Are you mocking me? Freya was indeed injured in the car accident, and all my friends know she has been afraid of the dark since she was young. Do you still want to make trouble with me?"

I stood up too.

Feeling annoyed, I didn't want to say anything more, so I walked out.

He grabbed me and asked, "What's your attitude? Where are you going?"

I said, "I'm sleepy and want to go to bed."

His arm stiffened, but he didn't let me go.

I pulled my hand back. "Kayne, I said I believe you that there is nothing between you and Freya and that you are just taking care of her out of your responsibility as a friend. What's wrong?"

I said the words he said in the past.

Kayne was stunned.

In anger, he slammed the door and left. "Whatever!"

I said I believed him, but he was still not happy.

No matter what I did, he wouldn't be happy.

I didn't care anymore.

When I woke up the next day, I heard people talking in the living room.

Their voices were even louder than the birds on the window outside.

"I heard that Olivia's arm was injured, so I came here to visit her.

"It's not heavy. Kayne, you don't need to help me carry it. I can do it myself."

I pushed the door open and saw Freya acting coquettishly with Kayne.

"I sweated a lot while walking here, and the band-aid on my forehead is soaked with sweat. Kayne, can you help me change it?"

Kayne patiently went to find a band-aid, then carefully bent over to help her put it on.

The two of them were very close.

After changing the band-aid, they smiled at each other, and Freya finally saw me.

"Olivia, are you up? I was planning to wake you up.

"I heard that your arm was injured. It must be inconvenient for you to cook, right? I bought a lot of food and came here to make delicious food for you."

Kayne said, "Can you cook? Don't hurt yourself."

He took the initiative to walk towards the kitchen. "I'll help you."

Freya happily followed him into the kitchen. "I'm very good at cooking..."

They kept talking, and I didn't even have time to speak.

In the past, I told Kayne that I wanted to eat the food he cooked because I heard from his friends that he was skilled at cooking.

I bought the ingredients, but when they went rot, he just glanced at them and said, "Don't let me cook. I hate cooking and can't stand the smell of cooking."

Therefore, he just didn’t want to cook for me.

They made great noise in the kitchen, and I couldn't concentrate on my work.

Freya came over and called me to eat.

There were several dishes on the table.

Freya picked up fried fish for me. "Olivia, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were also injured at that time. Please don't be angry with me or Kayne. He was worried about me."

She looked at Kayne with grievance and continued, "I bought the fried fish specially for you. Have a taste of it."

I didn't eat it. "Thank you, but I don't like it."

Kayne was unhappy. "Freya got up early to go to the market and then came to cook for you, but why did you not even thank her?"

He asked me, "Olivia, what's wrong with you?"

Freya said, "Kayne, I'm fine." Her eyes turned. "I know Olivia has always misunderstood me, and I was indeed at fault for the car accident that day. Oliva, I'm sorry..."

She kept on talking with tears.

Kayne looked at her distressedly and wiped her tears. "Stop talking. It's not your fault. You don't need to apologize."

When the car accident happened, Kayne only cared about Freya.

I was screaming desperately, but the ambulance was stuck in the road and couldn't get there in time. If it weren't for the kind-hearted person who stopped his car to help me, I would have bled to death.

I was lucky to survive.

"It's indeed not your fault. I should be responsible for my own life.

"Even if I died in the car accident, I deserved it."

It was my fault because I thought Kayne was someone I could rely on for the rest of my life.

"You guys eat. I'm leaving."

I packed my things and went out to find a quiet place to read the documents.

Just after dinner in the evening, I saw Freya’s Facebook.

[He cooks for me and plays the guitar for me. It's a show just for me.]

The picture showed Kayne teaching Freya to play the guitar.

Kayne was a well-known band guitarist. Since I met him, he had gradually become successful step by step.

His guitars were more important than his life, and he never let me touch them.

Once, he was on a business trip for a long time, and the guitars at home were a little dusty.

I just wanted to help him wipe the dust off.

But when he came back and found out, he got very angry.

He even warned me, "Olivia, don't enter my guitar room again!"

After that, I never stepped into it again.

But now, Freya held his beloved guitar in her arms, treating it as her toy.

Putting down my phone, I continued reading the documents.

I didn't leave until the study room closed.

When I left, I saw several messages from Kayne.

[Olivia, where are you?]

[It's about to rain outside. How about I pick you up?]

[I'm going out now.]

The last message was sent half an hour ago. I didn’t know if he had gone out.

I replied: [No need. I can take a taxi myself.]

He called me, "Are you still angry? Why didn't you reply to my messages?"

Without waiting for my answer, he asked, "Where are you now?"

I said, "I'm almost home. You don't need to pick me up."

Kayne hung up the phone.

When I got home, I saw him looking at me with a complicated expression.

Seeing that I was holding something in one hand, he came over to help me. "Olivia, if you are still angry about Freya's matter, I can explain. She is just my friend. If you don't believe me, you can ask my friends. As for the car accident, I didn't know that you were injured. You didn't tell me."

What? Was it my fault?

I walked in. "You don't have to explain to me. I don't care about your relationship with Freya.

"As for the car accident, if you treat me as your girlfriend, you should at least be concerned about me."