Amelia sat on the sofa, quietly gazing at the man's long and elegant side profile, listening to the alluring sound of his thin lips sucking on a cigarette. Uncontrollably, her mind flashed to a similar scene from the past—
Rain drizzled outside the floor-to-ceiling window and the room was brightly lit. He stood by the window smoking while she sat on the sofa, petting Snowball...
Everything seemed exactly the same as before.
Suddenly, lightning flashed outside, and she subconsciously tightened her arms, then realized she was holding a pillow in her hands.
The jumble of emotions in her mind gradually faded, restoring clarity.
Things were different now.
After all that they had been through, how could things be the same?
Just like Snowball was gone from her hand and a ring had appeared on his finger...
And at this moment, they were no longer the affectionate couple who enjoyed flowers and rain, but rather, negotiating opponents.
