"No, Miss Tjia," said Alec, still in the same dry and cold voice. The blue eyes that previously radiated longing were now ruthlessly slashing at Daphne Tjia.
"Coach?" Daphne Tjia was confused by the sudden change. He tried to hug Alec.
"No, Miss Daphne Tjia!" cried Alec firmly. "This is our last meeting." his voice boomed until Daphne Tjia jumped in surprise. "Never try to call or ask Mr. Balder to put us together." His jaw tightened.
Coconut leaves swayed restlessly, expressing Daphne Tjia's feelings. Ansel Balder was still standing where he was. Observing the meeting of the future wife with her bodyguard.
"But why, coach?" Daphne Tjia demanded an explanation. Disappointment can not be covered. "Don't you love me?"
"You know nothing about love. Consider me dead. Our meeting was a mistake," Alec answered loudly.
Not believing her ears, Daphne Tjia sobbed. He stood stiffly on the pier. "But why?"
