Clarice cried after she heard the judge's decision that Joshua's sentence could not be commuted or even reduced. Because Joshua committed a murder that left two victims dead, Joshua was sentenced to life imprisonment.Clarice immediately left the courtroom and chose to take a deep breath of air outside. Her body shook with unceasing crying. Her chest felt so tight that she couldn't bear to see Joshua in person forever.Then Darren came and touched her shoulder. Clarice immediately turned around and looked at him. "What?" she asked."He's waiting for you. Meet him, I think he wants to have you at a time like this. He needs you, Clarice."Clarice almost refused. Yeah ... she wasn't in the mood to meet her husband for now, but what Darren said was true. She just needed to strengthen her heart more to face her husband.A big part of Clarice also blamed herself because if she hadn't told Joshua that she would be relieved if he confessed at the police station, then the life sentence wouldn't
Her tears broke out when she saw the accident in front of her own eyes. The incident where her boyfriend was hit by a car while trying to save her. They were arguing, and Clarice left Joel and ran without looking to her right or left. Then ... the accident happened. Clarice ran and lifted Joel's body in her lap. Blood was everywhere, including on her hands and clothes. Joel looked up at her with wide eyes, a body in pain, and a hand that reached up to wipe Clarice's cheek but failed. "No, please! You have to hold on!" she said, crying with a sense of panic. "Someone call an ambulance!" Clarice shouted. Many pedestrians surrounded her. Many of them were buzzing by themselves until the sound of the ambulance finally arrived. Joel's body was brought inside and Clarice went along to keep her boyfriend company. "I'm sorry, I was wrong!" said Clarice. She held Joel's hand so tightly. "You have to hold on. Don't leave me!" Nothing came out of Joel's lips. He tried to speak, but he coul
Coffee Eatery was the place where Tristan took Clarice. He knew the woman he had just met was feeling a deep sadness and heartache that wouldn't go away anytime soon. He watched as Clarice ordered a coffee, which Clarice had said she didn't drink it. Tristan began to wonder what had changed Clarice to order coffee. She's probably dealing with a lot of things, I should let her be until I feel her grief is enough, Tristan thought. Clarice was silent with a look that had no life in it. It would be a pity for Tristan if his life continued to mourn the sadness of someone who was gone forever. "Go ahead and tell your story," Tristan said, starting to speak. Clarice gave him a strange look. She had no idea what he meant, so she chose silence as her response. "What's your name?" asked Tristan without caring that he was being ignored. "I won't tell you my name since this is my first and last meeting. Let's just say it's a way of consoling me that I can't be at my boyfriend's grave when
Clarice couldn't work to her full potential. In her spare time, she would cry as she stared at her picture frame with Joel, which was always on her desk to encourage her. Now, that spirit has disappeared since he’s gone. Clarice seemed to have no strength to live her life. Every day her eyes swelled up and it was distressing whenever her coworkers asked about her condition. It was not uncommon for all of them to want to take over Clarice's work and tell her to just rest in her apartment. Clarice closed the picture frame - no! She even put it in her desk drawer so she could focus on her work. She breathed in and out repeatedly, but at least it worked. She was able to get a little bit of work done but it took so long that by the time her shift was over, she didn't realize it. "Clarice? Aren't you going home?" asked Stella, passing by her desk. Clarice turned her head and noticed the watch in her left hand. "Oh? I didn't know it was evening." "Just go home. Or do you want us to hav
Her lips gaped open. She was taken aback by an unexpected statement that almost caused her heart to stop for a moment. How could someone who barely knew her like her in a matter of a day, or maybe more? Because Clarice had never felt that way, but the man before her, openly admitted to liking her. Clarice swallowed. She scrutinized Tristan Penn's appearance. The charismatic CEO but also a billionaire became very convincing in his declaration of affection. His confidence in that statement made Clarice certain that Tristan Penn was no ordinary man. Twice she had met him, and both times she had seen him look the same appearance. Just this time Tristan was wearing a suit of a different color. "Are you done assessing my appearance, Clarice Morgan?" he asked, distracting Clarice's thoughts. Clarice blinked her eyes repeatedly. She felt as if she had awoken from a dream that was neither bad nor good. "Just get lost … " snapped Clarice, indifferently. "I'm not leaving until you listen
Clarice was preoccupied with her thoughts because her landlord was on her side, and she felt trapped. Even if she moved, it would be impossible because this apartment had become her most comfortable place. Moreover, the apartment has many memories with Joel. Not only that, but the price was reasonable for her. DING! The sound of the elevator clinked when she and Tristan finally arrived at the floor where her room was stated. She walked ahead of Tristan without speaking at all until when she reached the front of the room, she turned around. "You can leave now," Clarice said to him, "you've brought me to the front of my room." Tristan looked at Clarice's door, which had the floor number and room number written on it. He recalled it in his head, then looked down, where Clarice was shorter than him. "Okay. You're safe. So, do you have plans for tomorrow?" asked Tristan. "No, I don’t. You'd better go, I want to be alone." "Tomorrow, go with me. I'll take you to your ex-boyfriend’s
"Let go of me!" Clarice struggled and managed to extricate herself from Tristan's touch, which had been accidental to deliberate. She gave the man a little distance as she gave him an unfriendly expression. "You're still acting like this, Clarice. What if you had fallen? I saved you." If she had fallen, she might have suffered a concussion or injury, but the fact was, Tristan had saved her. But all that made it worthwhile for him to touch Clarice and look at her more closely. "Fine. Thank you. That's what you wanted to hear from me, right?" Tristan returned her gaze, his lips forming a smile that Clarice had seen for the first time on his face. It was an unusual smile for someone who had recently been expressionless to now express it in front of her. "Well, your smile is weird. You don't deserve to smile, so keep it to yourself," Clarice said, mocking him. "Or are you afraid that you'll fall in love with me?" Clarice widened her eyes. She felt like she had heard wrong, but th
Clarice couldn't sleep all night. Tristan's words kept ringing in her mind until she decided not to sleep at all, busy reading her unfinished books. She immediately got ready to go to Joel's grave before Tristan came to get her because it was better if he didn't show up when Clarice needed some alone time with Joel, her dead boyfriend. With quick feet, she stepped into the elevator and down to the parking lot. Without lingering too long to warm up her car, she left the apartment with a sense of relief. Her heart was beating fast as she was like a thief sneaking up on the owner of the house. She bought flowers and brought them to Joel's grave. The cemetery was still very quiet, but Clarice could see a few people who came to look at the graves of the dead. For some reason, Clarice's breathing seemed to be more labored than before. It was surreal coming to her boyfriend's grave alone so early in the morning. Staring at Joel's grave, which still had some flowers on it, Clarice repeatedl