As Madeline finished speaking, she turned to Osborn with a gentle smile.
Bathed in the moonlight, her smile appeared particularly tender and captivating. "Thank you so much for tonight. I'm feeling a bit tired and would like to head home to rest."
"Of course." Osborn nodded in understanding.
After bidding him goodbye, Madeline walked into the house alone.
In the moonlit night, her figure was enveloped in a soft glow, adding to her ethereal beauty.
Osborn remained by the car, maintaining the same posture as before, leaning against it.
Apart from his father's passing, he had never felt such regret in his life.
But at that moment, he started to regret it.
Regret for not meeting her sooner, regret for not meeting her at the right time.
Around ten o'clock, Joanna's birthday party came
