When the Affectionate Male Lead Changed His Heart

Before I met Samuel, I first met Michael Johnson.

Just like those boring abusive novels I read, I fell in love with him like a moth to a flame.

What I didn't expect was that Samuel also fell in love with me.

I had a five-year on-and-off relationship with Michael, and Samuel secretly loved me for five years.

Later, when I mentioned it, I always felt sorry and cherished this restrained love even more.

After the last severe fight with Michael, he hugged another girl in front of me and they passionately kissed each other.

I was on the verge of collapse and desperate enough to cut my wrists and end my life.

It was Samuel who saved me.

He was worried that I would be hurt, so he crossed a city with several bottles of beer, knocked on the door desperately but got no response, and kicked open the door of the apartment.

When I woke up, I was already lying in a hospital bed, and Samuel, with red eyes, held my hand tightly.

He begged me not to do anything stupid, crying, took out the love letters he had written over the years but didn't have the courage to show me, and confided the love that had been unknown for five years.

However, at that time, I, who was broken, couldn't afford another person's love.

Samuel didn't give up. He tried every way to make me laugh every day.

He took care of me meticulously, never giving up for two whole years, to the point that even my friends advised me to take a step forward.

I never thought that I could fall in love with someone else, but Samuel's sincerity still moved me.

I started to care about his likes and dislikes, and would get angry when he occasionally replied to messages slowly.

So my friends described the situation as a classic case of a man moving on to a new woman after breaking up.

On his birthday, his eyes were shining as he asked me for a gift.

I smiled and gathered up my courage, "How about I give myself to you?"

Samuel was stunned, hugged me ecstatically, and gave himself a slap in disbelief, "Am I not dreaming?"

The previous relationship almost drained all my courage, so I had many concerns, "Samuel, you know about what happened between me and Michael."

"Do you think I'm no longer pure?"

I did everything I could with Michael during those five years.

Samuel shook his head firmly.

"You are the apple of my eye, the baby I hold in the palm of my hand."

And now, he referred to me as a woman played out by an ex.