Crimson had seen the familiar figure leaving in a hurry behind the door. He was sure it was Elizabeth. Even with his eyes closed, he felt her presence.
He unconsciously released his hold on Celestine, surprised that he had done so.
The facade of a loving man faded momentarily, replaced by yearning and pain. He wanted to run after Elizabeth, to explain everything, but he felt nailed to the spot.
What for? How could he explain his situation to someone who would never understand, someone who had only stayed with him all these years because he will inherit a huge inheritance after his grandfather's death?
Did she even truly love him? After their separation, she had immediately jumped into someone else's bed.
Suddenly, his expression hardened, and a coldness that could freeze even the de
