The atmosphere was oppressive.
Terrence’s eyes seemed like an abyss, and his vicious pain was swallowed by her words.
He confronted the woman who had once meant the most to him with his usual calmness.
Arana regarded his silence as an acquiescence and irrefutability.
She hugged Lily tightly and tried to sound calm, “I tell you last time, the child has nothing to do with you. Don’t bother them again, and if you do, I’ll call the police.”
“Call the police?” he smiled with self-deprecation instead of anger.
“I guess the K&G doesn’t want its reputation to be affected by the president’s private actions, right?”
Even seven years ago, their breakup didn’t make such a serious scene. She was always bright and cheerful in front of Terrence, and never had a stern look.
Five years of affection was lost deep in her memories finally.
Or more coldly, those memories she had long forgotten.
The only one who won’t let go was himself.