The warm and cozy decoration of the hallway made Linker recall the bits and pieces of the past. The longing and regret in his heart lingered, refusing to dissipate. With a hopeful heart, he pressed the doorbell of Taylor's new home.
He pressed it several times in a row, but there was no response.
"Could it be that Taylor isn't home? Impossible. No matter how late it was before, she always came home to rest, saying she was particular about her bed or something. It's already past midnight now." Linker had deliberately chosen this time.
"Or maybe Taylor is asleep?" Linker opened WhatsApp. The message he had sent Taylor before coming had no reply, but it also didn't show the dreaded red exclamation mark.
As long as there was even the slightest chance, he couldn't give up. He knew Taylor's personality too well. As long as he sincerely apologized, the possibility of remarriage was still high.