After dinner, I thought of going up to the rooftop to get some air, so I went up there on my own.
It was windy upstairs, but it made me feel more awake.
Putting my hands on the sidebar framing the rooftop, I closed my eyes and greeted the wind. It was cold, but it cleared my mind significantly.
Suddenly, a piece of clothing was draped over me, and I looked back. Drover had also come up.
He put his hands in his pockets and stood beside me. "Marius asked me to come up here and look for something for him. I didn't expect you to be here."
Hearing this, I chuckled softly. "He has the best intentions, but he’s very obvious."
Drover turned to look at me. His brows and eyes were curved, and he looked extra gentle on this night. "He is quite obvious."
"He also told me today that the quickest way to forget someone is to pick a target and start over." I tilted my head and looked at him as well.
His gaze became deeper and deeper as we looked at each other. "Was he referring to me?"
"Yes, he was referring to you," I replied without hesitation.
Drover smiled slightly and looked into the distance. "Then, do I have the honor of being your target?"
I lowered my gaze and shook my head, my hand touching my stomach. "I’m the one who doesn’t have the honor. I have Theo's flesh and blood in my stomach. How can I have a target now?"
Hand on my stomach, I could feel the beating of the child. At this moment, I was happy.
Drover did not say anything and just looked at me silently.
"You’re so gentle," Drover said suddenly.
Gentle...
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