Morrison threw himself back into his seat, pressing his fingers against his forehead.
At this rate, he'd probably get himself killed from anger before he even had a chance to win her back.
He knew she wasn't the type to fall for just anyone. Still, hearing her speak like that made his blood boil.
Back when they first got together, all those things that drove him crazy were unintentional. But now… she was deliberately tormenting him, constantly finding new ways to get under his skin.
Meanwhile, Lilian carried on casually, her eyes glued to the laptop screen. She hadn't tried any other "beefy models" at all. Ever since Morrison, she'd lost all interest in other men. No romance, no thoughts of marriage.
Over the past year, Bert had introduced her to numerous talented men, but for her, it never went beyond a simple acquaintance. She had no desire to pursue them further.
After all, what's the point of investing in a relationship only to eventually part ways?
