Would she really be able to forget him?
Even though her voice had sounded calm, beneath that calmness was a quiet but unshakable determination.
Bang!
Suddenly, Jeffrey raised his hand and slammed his fist against the car with all his strength.
"Master Jeffrey!" the driver exclaimed, startled, as he watched the handsome man's face twist with dark, suffocating anger.
Meanwhile, Rachel had returned to her small apartment, utterly exhausted.
The moment she stepped inside, she collapsed onto her bed, her body drained as if she'd just come back from a fierce battle.
But she had made herself clear earlier, surely, Jeffrey wouldn't come looking for her again.
After all, he was far too proud of a man.
The word sister lingered in her mind. She hadn't expected to hear him call her that again today.
It dragged her back to the days when she had first brought him into that tiny rented apartment.
Life back then had been hard, but also warm.
