She swiftly crossed to the poolside, picked up her clothes, darted into the forest, and disappeared out of sight.
The way she ran was as if she was running away from a predator.
Reinhardt, with his hand extended, could only stand there in an awkward silence.
He wanted to tell her that he would take responsibility and explain about the state that he was in.
But before he could explain, she hurriedly left.
Maybe she didn't want to hear his excuse?
Or perhaps she hated him for forcing himself on her?
Reinhardt felt a pain in his heart.
But his eyes soon became resolute.
No matter what happened, even if it was an accident or not, he was going to take responsibility.
Now that he had taken her innocence, he considered her his woman.
She had barged into his heart and made her place.
He was going to make up with her no matter what.
Making his decision, he no longer lingered at the pool.
Donning his clothes, he arrived at the camp, which was still sleeping.
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