Evelyn Sherman, petite and obedient, stood by the roadside.
Her little palm-sized face still looked the same as it did four years ago, determination in her eyes, a light he was all too familiar with.
When she had crazily pursued him four years ago, she would always gaze at him with such eyes.
Now, she had used this same determined gaze to reject Charlie Austin...
Chester Yale's eyes tightened, a feeling of unease lodged in his chest, causing his heartbeat to quicken.
His hand which was on the car door suddenly retracted, he restarted the car, made a U-turn, and quickly left.
As he drove along the highway, Chester's foot pressed harder and harder on the accelerator.
Evelyn's voice echoed repeatedly in his ears.
"It has nothing to do with anyone… It's me who doesn't want to be with you…"
She had rejected Charlie Austin.
How could she have rejected Charlie Austin?
