Their eyes met. Surprise flashed in her eyes, and then her gaze turned cold.
Anthony realized that their relationship was no longer what it used to be. There was already an insurmountable gulf between them.
The woman in front of him was no longer the mischievous little girl she once was, the girl who used to sit on his lap and keep kissing his neck.
She had grown up, matured, and had long since changed her heart.
She was still talking on the phone, but her tone was no longer natural: "I need to pack some things. I'll talk to you later... Hmm, I love you too."
She hung up the phone and looked at Anthony: "Is there something you need, Mr. Fisher?"
Anthony's thoughts were still lingering on the words "I love you too" just now.
Was love such a cheap and casual thing that it could be easily transferred?
Those nights, the person who whispered "I love you" in his ear and in his arms, were those words true or false?
"Long time no see," Anthony said in a hoarse voice. "Can I come in?"
She stoo
