Rachel had thought she could stay calm and open the door, but the moment she stood up, the bitterness in her heart surged uncontrollably, blurring her vision with tears once more.
She pressed her body tightly against the door, letting the tears flow freely.
Behind the door, Kingsly's familiar voice continued to call out patiently, "Rachel… This worries me. Can you open the door first? We can talk about whatever's wrong after."
His tone was still the same one of affection and tenderness, but it no longer moved her.
Rachel shook her head vigorously, allowing the tears to streak down her cheeks until Kingsly said from outside, "Rachel, if you still don't open the door, I'll have someone come and open it…"
Rachel had no choice. When she heard no more sounds from outside, she finally opened the door.
Kingsly stood just outside, alone, his dark eyes fixed on her.
