Cecelia leaned against Wayne's warm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. For the first time, she felt like this man had finally grown into someone mature and stable, capable of providing her with a sense of security.
After seeing Wayne off from the gallery, Cecelia turned around and saw Rosalind Taylor standing not far away.
"Wayne has left, so I should go too. I always believed that I was meant to be with Wayne, that I was the one who was most compatible with him, not you." Rosalind slowly approached Cecelia.
Cecelia didn't respond.
"I hope one day you'll meet someone you can truly invest your heart in." Cecelia gently replied, then returned to the gallery.
Rosalind watched Cecelia's receding figure, feeling that the way she spoke sounded very similar to Wayne.
Weren't they still not together yet? But they appeared to be like an old married couple.
