A white sports car sat quietly on the side of the road. Alex sat in the driver's seat, his gaze fixed on the two people standing by the road. He couldn't hear what they were saying from a distance, but they were standing very close… too close.
Didn't she say she was going to sleep?
Why is she standing there with Ethan Blackwood?
Alex stared in silence, his brown eyes devoid of color. Glancing at the bouquet of roses beside him on the passenger seat, a sharp pang of pain twisted in his chest.
Picking up his phone, he dialed Lily's number.
She stood right before Ethan, her head lowered when she heard her phone ring, but she didn't answer.
The long piano ringtone played out, but still, she didn't pick up.
Alex, unwilling to give up, called again. But once more, Lily didn't answer...
She doesn't want to pick up my call? Because she's with Ethan?
Suddenly, Ethan reached out and grabbed her.
