The short knife from before was the one she personally plunged into his chest, and now, facing him, seeing his indifferent visage, she couldn't help the sting in the corner of her eyes.
These days, she missed him, thought of him, knowing full well he had a fiancée, she still couldn't control remembering their past together, and then her heart and eyes felt sore...
Under the streetlight, the two stood silent, the atmosphere awkward for a moment.
Jose Floyd caught a glimpse of Nicole from the corner of his eye, seeing her head bowed in silence, the topic between the two had dissipated. He, who usually said little, pursed his thin lips and spoke in a deep voice, "Jude Charington is wicked, stay away. You've been frequently following Jude Charington recently, my people can sense the anomaly, and his too."
