Five years later.
At CozyBean Café.
A masculine voice broke the morning silence, "Joyce! Come here! Deliver this order to Noblewood Retreat."
"Mr. Sabri, my name is Julie Abraham," Julie, dressed in her delivery uniform, a half-ponytail, replied with a warm smile on her face, looking at the middle-aged man in front of her.
The manager Sabri glanced at her dismissively, shoved a few cups of freshly-ground coffee into her hands, and said, "I don’t give a hoot about your name, just get these to this address. Here are the motorbike keys, drive carefully. If you crash, no big deal, but don’t wreck the bike."
Julie took the coffee and the motorbike keys, then turned and left the café.
She'd been working at this café for almost five years. For the same time since she'd changed her name, yet the manager still couldn't remember her new name correctly.
Julie shook her head with a smile, skillfully placed the coffee into the delivery box on the motorcycle, took a deep breath, and started the motorbike.
Noblewood Retreat!
She was no stranger to this place. Five years ago, she and Kieran had lived in a villa in Noblewood Retreat, living a carefree life of luxury.
Now, she was returning to the Noblewood Retreat, dressed in a delivery outfit, riding on an old motorbike.
Julie suddenly forgot which villa it was. She stopped the motorbike, looked down at the address, and surprisingly found that her bike was parked right in front of the villa where she and Kieran had lived.
Ironically, the delivery address in her hand was for this very villa.
Her messy hair, forelock damp with sweat, stood in stark contrast to the noble, beautiful pure white European-style villa.
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