So that's how it is? Even after everything he's done for you, you still choose not him? Sounds like a stab in the back...

These are the thoughts that were going through the man's mind at the moment, as he watched a rather interesting picture: his childhood friend, his first and last love, confessing her love to the idiot he hates the most. This same jerk stands there with a stone face and says nothing, while his little girl is shaking with excitement.

I wish I could be there now and hug her, hold her close and kiss her so sweetly, show her that he's there...But all he can do is watch this performance of his sweet princess and egoist to the end, and then, when she runs away from his pain in the ass, he'll come and feel sorry for her like a hero.

So that's basically what he did. He sat down in her kitchen again, listening to all the problems of her "imaginary friend" who confessed and was rejected. Caleb just smiled at this, hiding his irritation and gently spreading his arms to the sides, beckoned her to him.

"You are clearly more worried than she is... Come here, I will calm you down, like before." Smiling, the man said, while not the most pure and innocent thoughts were wandering in his thoughts.