"I have been looking for you, Dale."
"Where did you go?"
He turned around but not before taking a last look at the couple who was dancing on the dancefloor.
That should be him in her arms.
That should be him building a life with her, not his brother.
Oliver should be his son.
Of course, he heard what Jules told him. It was over between them. But his heart was not ready to accept it. He believed he was still in love with her.
Therefore, how could he let go of her?
"Hi there!" Dale automatically smiled upon facing his fiance, kissing her while thinking about how to answer her query.
"I was talking to some clients." He was not lying about that. He had met with several prospective buyers who wished to purchase his latest artworks.
