Samara understood that a man like Chaim would be more or less conceited. But she just underestimated how Chaim conceited could be.
After their divorce, Samara never greeted Chaim whenever she met him.
But now he said that she was playing hard to get! Ridiculous!
At the end of February, Chicago was still cold. The night wind was as sharp as a blade, and it sobered Samara just as she walked out.
It was not worth it.
She calmed down and let out a sigh.
"Do you want a hug?"
The man's voice came from behind her. Samara suddenly remembered that Roland hadn't left yet.
She was stunned for a moment and looked back at Roland who was chasing after her. "Roland."
The smile faded on Samara's face as she seriously looked at him.
"Yes? What do you want to say?" Roland also looked back at her with a serious look.