Although she had not anticipated that they would end up this way. It no longer mattered to her.
She had never intended to turn back since the day she decided to let him go.
It didn't matter if he trusted her or not because she would never get back together with him.
On the afternoon of the second day, she took the bus to the French restaurant that Wills Waltson had given her.
When Wills Waltson arrived, she was sitting right next to the dining hall's entrance.
He stepped out of the car and approached her. The waiter drove his car away from the restaurant to park it.
"How come you're not going in?"
She burst out laughing. "I was about to go in and grieve my purse for a few minutes when you came over."
"Is it for the purse?"
"Let me calculate with my fingers, this restaurant should
