The smiling face at the party seemed to still be right before my eyes, yet in the blink of an eye, she's become so pitiful.
His fingers lightly caressed her cheek, his gaze drifting. Occasionally, the light from outside the car window swept across his face, revealing a calm and unperturbed expression, his eyes remaining as deep and unreadable as ever.
"I don't want to hate you."
"Pointless."
"I don't want even the slightest presence of you in my future life!"
His flat brows sank heavily, and the hand placed on her face suddenly lost its strength.
Abigail Hemsworth frowned, his hand like it had been stung by a bee, suddenly loosening its grip.
She didn't open her eyes, just turned her head to the other side, leaving him with an extremely cold silhouette.
Travis Miller pressed his lips tight, stared at her for a while before withdrawing his gaze.
Nat Crawford boldly glanced at the two in the backseat through the rearview mirror, feeling a storm of emotions swirling inside.
