Valentina kept clinging to the issue relentlessly, and Easton Holmes frowned impatiently, his gaze toward her growing even colder, "Whether you accept it or not, whether you believe it or not, I have nothing to do with you anymore."
"I'll tell you once again, don't come looking for me in the future, and don't try to find ways to contact my wife." He didn't believe their meeting this afternoon was a coincidence; it must have been her deliberate doing.
"You..."
"Don't say anything else to me, I've made myself very clear to you already, let's leave it at that."
Valentina opened her mouth to say something more, but before she could speak, Easton Holmes interrupted her.
After speaking, he didn't care what she thought, didn't care if she would be sad or angry, as he strode to his car parked nearby.
Watching the man walk away resolutely, Valentina's heart sank to rock bottom, yet she did not give up. She ran towards the decisive figure chasing after him.
