Angeline woke up early the next day.
Her heart inexplicably leaped with joy when she remembered that Cole had promised to send her back t o Imperial Capital today.
When she thought hard about her source of joy, it seemed to be because Jay was in Imperial Capital.
Angeline felt sad again.
"He doesn’t like you anymore. You can’t think of him anymore. From today onward, you must forget about him. Even if he's standing in front of you, you must pretend that he’s invisible. You can’t let him look down on you." Kneeling by the fence, she used a finger to poke at the grass growing next to it.
Cole saw her muttering to herself when he came out of the house. He had to listen for a while longer before he realized that she was forcing herself to draw boundaries between herself and the man.
"Angeline, let's go," he called out while smiling.
Angeline's head drooped down as she walked toward him.
"Why, are you afraid of seeing him?" He lit a cigarette and blew several clouds of smoke.
He smoked with great skill. It was evident that he was a long-time smoker.
Angeline began coughing from the smoke.
Cole was startled. Smoking was something that he was incredibly used to, but Angeline was having adverse reactions to the smoke. What should be done?
After some hesitation, he snuffed the cigarette.
When Angeline finished coughing, she stared at him and said sadly, "To be honest, I want to see him.
However, I know that he doesn’t want to see me. So, no matter how much I want to see him, I can't appear in front of him. He'd be mad."
Cole stomped on the smoldering embers of his cigarette.
Let s go.
There was a row of cars in the garage, but many of them had been covered up with a cloth so that you could not see the entire design. Only a few new, top-of-the-line Mercs were parked outside.
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