Kate leaned against the door as she waited for Henry to finish getting ready.
She felt weak, her knees were shaking and she felt that they might give up on her at anytime. She was upset, agitated, in fact, but she was trying her best to suppress this feeling in her heart. But the thing was Henry didn't seem to treat her seriously, not like he should.
"This is for the best," Kate murmured. "It's better to treat this small San Francisco trip as a little break, then we can act like strangers once we arrive back in Los Angeles. I already have plans of my own, and I can't let this fleeting feeling disturb my long-term plan of becoming a rich single lady."
After gathering enough strength to stand firmly on her own two feet, Kate decided to sit on the long sofa outside of the bedroom, checking her phone to see if she got an important text from one of her top authors.
But her eyes were glued on one text sent last night.
