At this moment, she had truly given up. Facing his ingratiating smile, she felt nothing but repulsion.
Seeing him as a stranger was a testament to the death of her love for him.
Even its traces, she had forcefully erased.
Mila Anderson indifferently considered walking past him.
"Mila," Gian Horne immediately blocked her path, trapping her between himself and the car.
His face was filled with regret as he gazed at Mila Anderson. His deep-set eyes, sharing a resemblance to Glades Horne's, were now devoid of their usual brilliance. Instead, they held a pleading eagerness and a remorse as vast as the sea.
"Can we talk?"
