"Then come find me in three years, and I'll give you my answer then. If you meet someone you like more during these three years, you don't need to tell me. I'll wish you the best," Grace Winslow replied to Archer Rhys, her expression serious.
Archer Rhys smiled bitterly.
'If he could have fallen for someone else, he wouldn't have waited for her for so many years.'
'He'd waited so long for her to get divorced, thinking he finally had a chance, and now she was telling him to find another woman.'
'She's so heartless.'
"Alright then. Can I hang around your place for the next few days? Just so I can see you a bit more." Archer Rhys smiled, trying his best to look nonchalant.
"Suit yourself. My brother and the others are all here for the New Year anyway," Grace Winslow said casually.
"Anyone here? Is anyone home?" Just as the two of them finished talking, a knock sounded at the door.
