(Author's POV)
"I would appreciate it if you all could act like you don't know me and keep the past in the past. Neither my parents nor my sister knows about any of that. And I would like to~ … keep it that way," Myra requested, though her tone remained firm and unrelenting.
She wanted to cut them off again, for good this time. Drawing a clear boundary, she wanted to set the matter straight. After all, getting involved with any of them would do her no good. That mindset of hers hasn't changed yet.
"NO~ …. you cannot, Myra~ … how can you say that~ …" Elio was getting sentimental. It pained him to hear such words directly from her mouth.
Myra was doused with guilt. Her eyes lowered instantly as she bit her lower lip tightly. She did this until she tasted blood. The lump in her throat was overwhelming her, but she somehow managed to suppress it and said, "Mr. Everests, this is what I want. Please, for old times' sake, accept this request of mine."
