Charles White knew that time couldn't be turned back, and the people who were lost had already gone far away.
Back then, he was stubborn and blinded by ambition, which led to the loss of the woman he loved.
"You're not angry, are you?" Bella Scott approached Charles White, noticing that his expression seemed off.
Charles shook his head slowly. How could he bear to be angry with her? It was his fault from the beginning when he let go of her hand. He knew at the time that he genuinely cared for her, yet he still held onto a sliver of hope. The only one to blame was himself.
"That's good, then. We're still buddies and good friends." Bella Scott glanced at the time, "It's getting late. I'll head home first. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Charles watched her get into the car, but couldn't help but ask, "Bella, do you like Edward Anderson?"
Bella Scott hesitated, not expecting Charles to ask such a question.
