Cassie looked at her, her eyes soft.
"I admit that I was secretly in love with Fredrick." Irish took a deep breath and confessed to her.
Cassie's eyes were calm, and there was no obvious fluctuation in her mood. It seemed that she had just told the truth and had long felt that Irish liked Fredrick.
Irish was a little disconcerted. She thought she was a psychotherapist who could read others' minds. She thought she could cover everything up with no care or smile. It turned out that every woman had a sixth sense of feeling like a detective.
"When I was at my lowest, it was Fredrick who had been there to comfort me. He was my academic and career mentor and my spiritual mentor. I really depended on him for a while." Irish's voice was light, fearing that the tone of her words would affect Cassie's mood.
