After that incident, Charles started picking me up from work regularly. I never wanted him to, but he always found my workplace, no matter what I did.
I walked out and spotted him on a phone call.
Charles said, "Daisy, stop contacting me. Crying won't change anything. We ended the second you left me all those years ago. I'm with someone now, and you need to leave her alone. I've looked into what happened before. You crossed a line. If you go after her again and cause more trouble, I'll have your brother send you back overseas—for good."
He hung up the phone sharply, then leaned against his car and closed his eyes to rest. Still, his brows stayed tightly furrowed.
A part of him must have still cared for her.
After all, she was his first love—the person he'd loved fiercely and wholehear
