Jose Floyd's cigarette burned out, the ember igniting his fingertips, yet he didn't react, his gaze cold and frosty, standing there quietly with a chilling indifference.
Ariel Morris glanced at the burnt-out cigarette in his hand, remaining silent.
After a long while, the calm Jose Floyd tossed the cigarette stub on the ground, his eyes and face showing nothing but apathy, turning away, a cold voice piercing the air, "In this lifetime, don't think I'll let her go!"
She was the one who first entangled him, appearing before him, and now, after so much hurt and entanglement, don't expect him to let go!
"Jose Floyd!" Ariel Morris called out softly.
Jose Floyd coldly lifted his leg and got into the car, his eyebrows frosty, his voice indifferent and cruel, "No one should think of letting anyone go!"
Jose Floyd's car vanished rapidly from Ariel Morris's sight.
