"Take care of the rest," Gavyn said as he opened the car door, leaving behind one last instruction, "Prepare a pre-emptive plan for today's news."
After finishing speaking, Gavyn coldly closed the car door and left with an air of confidence.
The car sped along the winding mountain road, with Gavyn driving at a breakneck pace, as if venting something through his speed.
Upon seeing Aylin again, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Memories gushed out like a flood, forcing Gavyn to remember.
He remembered.
Back when they were still married, Aylin had gone through countless cookbooks to take care of his stomach ailment, putting her heart and soul into preparing every single dish.
When he fell ill with a fever, Aylin tirelessly stayed by his bedside.
When he had a headache from being drunk, Aylin would gently use both hands to massage his temples, easing his pain...