"I got it," Annabelle said with a smile, pulling her hands away and tucking them into her pockets.
She could feel it more and more—Young Master’s feelings for her. He wasn’t as indifferent as she had thought.
Not wanting to pretend she didn’t see it, she spoke softly, "Young Master, you… shouldn’t wait for me."
He turned to look at her. "Why?"
"I like Kendrick."
"I know. I never tried to stop you. Your path is yours to choose, and mine is mine. You chose him, and I chose you. This is our own decision. It’s nothing to worry about."
Annabelle felt a deep sadness in her heart.
Rejecting any admirer was never easy, but rejecting Young Master was the hardest.
"Don’t feel burdened by it," he said. "Loving you is my own choice. If I can’t win your heart, that’s my own failure. It has noth
