What Violet Don didn't know was that at that very moment, she was deeply missed by someone. On the night of Little New Year's Eve, Noah Bates drove overnight to Whitehall. He didn't call anyone, just drove alone and stopped once more in front of Violet's apartment building.
At that time, Violet and Camila Ginger were playing games with Wayne Don and the others in the living room. Everyone had had a bit of red wine, the atmosphere pleasantly tipsy, carrying a special charm. Grayson Sutton had just left, and Chris immediately rolled his eyes as he stormed after him. "Ugh! Finally, he's gone!"
Violet laughed, "Why do you keep targeting him like that?"
"None of those guys are any good!"
Chris huffed, "Grayson Sutton is no exception! Last time at the venue, I saw him eyeing you hungrily. Anyway, I don't trust him!"