The spectacle didn't affect me much. But three days later, I left the lab at night and walked out to head home. A familiar car was parked at the entrance. Clearly, Gery had been waiting there for a long time.
In just a few days, his face already looked haggard. The streetlights, bright as they were, couldn't light up his expression. The moment I saw him, I turned and walked away.
"Lupa, don't go. I just want to talk to you."
I didn't stop. "There's nothing to say between us. Don't get in the way of my work."
"Please. Don't go." His voice was low.
I could still feel my heart feel like it was being pricked by a needle. He'd never lowered himself like this before. Just like I used to—always begging, always pleading with him not to leave me.
At that moment, I didn't feel satisfied. I onl
