“Anna.”
The sound of her name brought Anna’s steps to a halt. She stared straight ahead—at the man standing only a short distance away, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Rendy said as he walked toward her.
“It’s fine. You don’t need to accompany me anymore,” Anna replied flatly.
Rendy stopped in front of her. “I’m sorry about the way I’ve been acting lately, Anna. I never meant to hurt you.”
“There’s no need to talk about it,” Anna cut in coldly. “We don’t have any relationship anymore. It would be better if we didn’t keep running into each other.”
Rendy’s expression hardened. “Do you hate me?”
Anna let out a long breath. She didn’t want to reopen old wounds.
“I still love you, Anna. Everything I did was for you,” Rendy continued without hesitation, a
