Julius Goodman reached for her hand, only for Ava Kent to mercilessly shake it off, "You've overthought this. I'm quite happy with him, so please don't disturb our life anymore."
Ava Kent turned away, took another man's arm, and walked away without hesitation.
A thin mist enveloped everything, and Julius Goodman couldn't see the other man's face clearly, but he had a persistent illusion that the man looked at him with contempt.
"Ava, you can't go with him, Ava…"
Julius Goodman chased after them, out of control, but no matter how he ran, the distance between them grew, and Ava Kent's silhouette soon vanished from his sight.
"Ava... Ava!!"
Julius Goodman awoke with a start from the dream, sitting up abruptly; darkness enveloped the room, with moonlight streaming through the window.
Was it a dream?
Julius pressed a throbbing pain in his chest, furrowing his brows tightly.
What's going on?
Why would he have such a dream?
