He had always tried hard to piece everything back to how it was three years ago, but each time he mended the fragments for too long, he couldn't help but shatter everything again.
He was oblivious to Keira Leaf's closeness to him, instead, he met her with the same indifference and alienation as before, if not more so.
At the Imperial Dynasty Group's grand building, Joshua Sulliven put down the pen in his hand and lifted his head from a stack of documents, irritably stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand tucked in his trouser pocket, gazing at the scenery of the entire city.
He couldn't explain why, but ever since he argued with Keira Leaf last time, his heart had been restless.
Just like three years ago, he was not afraid of her arguing or making a fuss, what he feared was her indifferent coldness, her detached aloofness.
At such times, he didn't know what would be best to do.
But was he wrong?
If this is wrong, then what is right?