"You want to help him." Adrian's voice was chillingly cold, dragging the air around them down with it. "Would it have killed you to tell me? In all these years, when have I ever refused you?"
"It's nothing major. I can handle it myself, you don't need to worry," Serena said.
"Don't need me to worry?" Adrian's strong, burning hand gripped her waist like a brand, his gaze severe and cold. "It's not that you don't want to get married. You just don't want to marry me."
How could he not understand.
All her ambiguous words and evasive excuses finally pointed to the same cruel truth: from beginning to end, she had never really imagined a future with him.
Back then, Serena could throw everything away for him and head to England without hesitation, and she could also leave just as decisively.
