The red Porsche drove along the coastline for a long distance before slowly coming to a stop at the end of the road.
At some point, the sea breeze had grown stronger, but the two of them said nothing, quietly staring at the dark expanse of the sea ahead.
Under the moonlight, the waves churned on the surface of the water, reflecting a myriad of tiny silvery flashes, like a dream.
Alex Miller got out of the car, sitting on a huge reef by the shore, and lit a cigarette.
Norris Moore watched his silhouette, his short, fine hair tousled by the sea breeze, revealing his pale, full forehead and his exquisitely perfect face.
She averted her gaze, lowering her head to look at the ring in her palm that was now dampened with sweat.
How many times had such arguments between Alex and Evelyn Miller already happened without her knowing it?
In the end, it had forced Evelyn to take the initiative and come to her to discuss the matter.
