After Alexander King heard about the incident, he no longer paid attention to Nanny Johnson who was crying there alone, and drove away.
The night wind was strong and cold, but he still rolled down the window, letting the icy wind lash against his face as if that was the only way he could stay sober.
He was really foolish, always thinking that he was careful enough and acted without anyone knowing, but in reality, it was all just self-deception.
Even the servants at home could tell that he didn't like Nora Thompson. Did he really make it that obvious?
He parked the car by the roadside, watching the Thompson Family's house quietly.
Nora's room, her window was still lit. Through the simple gauze curtain, one could sense the warm, amber glow inside that comforted the heart.
But had he lost forever the right to read, sip tea, and watch movies with her like that?
Alexander King lit a cigarette with a bitter smile.......
