The Quentins? Without her father, the Quentin house was just an empty building… What was she so reluctant to let go of? It seemed like nothing… Yet, when Aunt Clare suggested she leave T City, why did such a strong sense of unwillingness surge within her? What couldn't she let go of?
Suddenly, Howard Geoffrey's handsome, sharply-defined face flashed through her mind. As if unwilling to think of him, she quickly shook her head, trying to banish his presence. However, his handsome face only grew clearer in her mind: those deep eyes, that high nose, those thin lips… She remembered him so clearly, more profoundly than she had imagined.
Yes, after living together for two years, even though they both wore masks, how could she not have any feelings for such an outstanding man?
But this feeling… she had stifled it from the very beginning…
