Prisley was in her office, conducting a video conference, when her secretary announced that a Mr. Rynn was visiting.She didn't pay close attention, merely gesturing for him to enter.When Heath appeared before her, she froze for a split second, then quickly refocused on the video conference, gesturing for him to wait aside.Heath wore a crisp, custom-tailored suit, as impeccably handsome as he was two years ago, impossible to look away from.Only now, his gaze held more composure, and a touch of melancholy. He walked closer step by step, settling into a chair across her desk.He watched Prisley's video conference with an air of calm.The video conference was drawing to a close. Prisley quickly made the final arrangements and ended the meeting.When she turned, Heath's gaze rested on her face for a long time, unwavering. Prisley's heart gave a leap, and her breathing grew shallow."Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Rynn?" She tried to maintain her pretense of not knowing him
When Prisley arrived at the office, a delivery person brought a bouquet of fresh flowers.She opened the attached card but found no words or signature. Still, she knew instinctively it had to be from Heath.Prisley offered a faint smile, arranged the bouquet in a vase, and placed it on her desk.A slight smile lingered at the corner of her lips. Her mood today seemed quite good.While Prisley was at work, Heath quietly drove his car to her house.With a nervous anticipation, he rang the doorbell and told the butler, "Hello, I'm Lucy's friend, here specifically to play with her."His heart pounded. They say children don't remember much. Would Lucy still recall him? Would she still want to play with him?Just then, a tiny voice piped up, "Heath—it's so good to see you! Are you here to play with me?" Heath was overcome with emotion; Lucy remembered him!Lucy ran towards him. He opened his arms, scooped her up, and spun her around three big times in the air.Lucy's joyful laughter filled
Prisley was too preoccupied comforting the crying little girl to notice Heath had walked up beside them.When the little girl, tears still in her eyes, stared intently in one direction and smiled, Prisley turned her head to find Heath standing behind them.Heath softly greeted, "Hi, Petty, we meet again." He crouched down, meeting the little girl's eyes at her level."Is this your daughter? What's her name?"Before Prisley could answer, the little girl chirped in a tiny voice, "My name’s Lucy, and I'm two years old."She gave Heath a sweet smile. Her light blue eyes, in particular, were exactly like his own. When she smiled, her eyes sparkled like midnight stars."My name is Heath, and I'm your mommy's friend." Heath tried to soften his voice, speaking carefully to the girl.Prisley watched Heath silently, not interjecting, seemingly wishing to avoid further entanglement with him.Heath sensed her coolness and shifted his attention back to the little girl."Lucy, you live here, don't
In the parking lot, Prisley got back into old Mr. Neeson's car, her eyes subtly glistening.The old gentleman looked at her kindly."Didn't you miss him so much? Why refuse to acknowledge him?"She said stubbornly, "I don't want to easily forgive him for the things he did."The old gentleman smiled, shaking his head."Looking at how anxious he was about you, he doesn't seem like the type to do such things, does he? Or perhaps you misunderstood him?"Prisley looked sullenly out the window. "Those large, high-definition photos spread like wildfire across the internet. Filla even put out a hypocritical denial. Can that still be fake? I suffered physical harm from his brother, and now emotional harm from him. Why should I ever forgive someone like that?!" The more she spoke, the angrier she became, turning her head sharply, her chest heaving.The old gentleman chuckled and shook his head."See? I don't think this will simply end here. If your abilities weren't so exceptional, I wouldn't
Petty's gaze was light, carrying only a polite smile, yet Heath still caught a fleeting flicker of emotion within her eyes.His heart began to pound wildly once more. This was the woman he had yearned for for two years, his greatest love.For a moment, holding her hand, he couldn't bear to let go. Petty's gaze swept over him, chillingly. Only then did Heath awkwardly withdraw his hand, apologizing profusely.Soon after, Petty excused herself from the elderly gentleman and went to greet others alone. Heath quickly concluded his own conversation and followed closely.He finally cornered Petty in a secluded spot. "Miss Neeson, might I have a few minutes of your time?"Heath finally mustered his courage. Now, with only the two of them, Heath could finally study her.Two years had passed, and her appearance had subtly changed.He couldn't pinpoint exactly how, but her whole demeanor seemed softer, less sharp than before, with an added touch of feminine grace. Heath stared, entranced.Petty
After they chatted for a while, sensing Heath was in a relatively good mood, Steve mustered his courage and asked, "About the search and rescue... what are your thoughts?"Silence hung on the line for a long moment before Heath slowly began to speak."I don't care about the money. Alive or dead, I want a result. ““Without any evidence, I refuse to believe she's gone. Not unless I see it with my own eyes."Steve had more to say, but he swallowed his words. He knew further persuasion would be futile.Heath's feelings for Prisley were beyond simple words.A moment later, Heath gave a bitter laugh."Actually, I know I should have accepted reality sooner... But you know, Steve... I can't... I'd rather die myself..."Heath covered his eyes, his voice thick with emotion. He never easily showed his true inner self to outsiders.Only in front of Prisley could he be his most relaxed self. And, well, Steve was okay too.Only on opposite ends of a phone call, with Steve unable to see him, did he