It turns out, her visit to North Street wasn't to find him at all.
But rather, she had arranged a date with her own boyfriend.
He could never bear to see her cry, yet now, he could only watch as she shed tears for another man, powerless to intervene…
In Harrison Yale's ears, Evelyn Sherman's reminder seemed to echo once more.
Even if there's no fate, he can't harm her, much less destroy her happiness.
Is she asking him to let go?
The deep affection in Harrison Yale's eyes gradually faded away.
His gaze turned cold.
With clenched fists, he held back, not allowing himself to step forward, merely watching coldly as she took the candied hawthorn from the man's hand, smilingly thanked the person before her…
Then she hugged the skewer of candied hawthorn, sat back on the long bench, happily eating.
His body stood there, rigidly.
He wanted to leave, but his gaze was reluctant to move away from her face…
Ever since she returned to the country, she had been avoiding him.
