Inside the charcoal-gray Bentley, Kingsly Scott leaned back against the seat; his eyes closed as if weary.
I don't want to be with Kingsly Scott. I don't love him...
Her words echoed repeatedly in his mind, his handsome face set in a frosty chill.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, staring silently into the distance for a long moment.
Secretary Helen helped Rachel Foster get out of the hospital.
As she clutched her stomach, struggling with each step, Kingsly remained indifferent.
Even when Helen carefully helped her into the car, and she leaned back, pale and drained, he didn't spare her a glance, engrossed in his phone call.
His expression was always serious when discussing business.
She lay against the seat, eyes closed, her brow dotted with sweat. Despite the anesthesia during the procedure, the pain was unavoidable.
As Helen drove away from the hospital, she lay quietly until the pain subsided, then slowly opened her eyes.
