If there was even a trace of emotion, one wouldn't leave so decisively.
Night falls.
Matthew Saxon gazes at the twinkling lights outside the window.
Those colors that should represent warmth, in his eyes, only felt a chill.
Upon hearing the door close, he mockingly curled his lips, a hint of loneliness flickering in his narrow eyes.
He thought about his plan for today.
A plan he had arranged early in the morning.
Before arriving in A City, he had already prepared the night's activities in advance.
For this, he even unprecedentedly learned a dish.
In the past, he had disdain for doing these things.
Anything that could be achieved with money, he would never bother to spend more effort.
But she was different.
He believed he had feelings for her, so he was willing to do things he didn't like just to please her.
Making efforts to make someone you love happy is worthwhile.
But now he knows, it was just his wishful thinking.
