As Luke Huxley fell into silence, Simon delivered another severe blow. He let Luke Huxley contemplate her words, not caring how they might make him feel. Luke Huxley stood still and looked at Simon's back, remembering what Simon had just said, feeling frustration and panic in his heart.
"Mr. Dawson, here are the cigarettes he ordered," the waiter said, handing Luke Huxley a pack of cigarettes.
Taking the package from the waiter, Luke Huxley returned to his table. Before sitting down, he glanced at Dexie, who was chatting and laughing with Marilyn, not seeming as annoyed as him. Was it true, as Simon had said, that he didn't care about her anymore?
Now he was a stranger to her, and he couldn't shake off that thought.
Suddenly, "Hey, Simon, is that Marilyn and Dexie over there?" Sam excl
