Under the dim street light, a tall figure stood by the side of the road.
He just stood there, watching the black luxury car speeding away before his eyes.
The woman he had missed deeply for three years, who was in his bones, completely disappeared from his sight.
He clenched his fists, suppressing the impulse to chase after her several times, and took out his phone to make a call.
When Eileen Weston heard the phone vibrating, she was nestled in Lucas's arms, her phone was on the bedside table on Lucas's side.
She wanted to get up to take the phone, but Lucas frowned unsatisfactorily, reached for Eileen's phone, and threw it to her.
Then he turned over, seemingly very impatient at being awakened by the phone, but he did not get up and leave as he used to.
Eileen watched his back, put away the satisfaction she had faked after their intimacy, and revealed a cold expression.
