"You always forget about me, this old lady, and I haven't even said anything to you…" Patrick glared coldly, and Oliver immediately closed his mouth obediently.
In the study, Daniel lit a cigarette and took a deep puff, the curling smoke instantly blurring his outline. He thought that after two months, he could casually say goodbye to her, even generously giving her whatever she wanted like he had done with all his previous women. But why had everything suddenly changed? He found himself completely out of control.
At this moment, he had never felt as anxious and restless as he did now. He had no news of her at all, which left him feeling powerless. As time passed, this feeling of powerlessness grew larger, and fear took over his entire heart. He was actually afraid of losing her—so, so afraid…
