Meanwhile…
"I'm sorry…"
"For what?" Rocco clicked his tongue as he put ointment on her bruised wrist. "Don't apologize for things that weren't your fault. The person who should apologize is that brat — tch!"
"I destroyed your friendship." Stella's eyes swirled with sadness as she kept her eyes on her wrist. "I could've cleared up the misunderstanding, but I didn't."
Rocco paused, sighing, looking back at her. He wanted to tell her it was fine, but honestly, Maynard and Stella were both his friends. He pitied Stella, but Rocco had never seen Maynard look so hurt and devastated.
"We can clear up the misunderstanding next time." He smiled subtly, retrieving his hand from her. "Or maybe not. That guy can be very stubborn, but he will eventually get back to his senses. I mean, he's married, and he was expecting a child. He'd soon channel that energy to his child."
