Tristan Grayson didn't wait for Mika Summers to reply before hanging up. He was afraid—afraid he would hear her reject him. He didn't know when he'd started to fear her rejection, to fear her leaving...
He gripped his phone tightly, his mind replaying her heartless words. 'Since we've decided to cut all ties, there's no need for us to see each other again...'
'She doesn't want to see me again? She wants to make a clean break?'
'He was supposed to be the one to end things. How had the roles been reversed, with her being the one to say it first...?'
His hands trembled with a mix of dejection and panic as he fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke.
「The Summers Residence」
Mika Summers stared blankly at her phone for a long time before coming to her senses. She opened her contacts and gazed at an unsaved phone number, a complicated look in her eyes.
She composed herself for a moment before her trembling fingers tapped the number and dialed.
