However, his rationality held him back.

He and Laura were never meant to be together.

That was the harsh reality.

From that point onward, their lives would take separate paths, never to cross again.

Edwin headed to the ground floor of the apartment building.

Chris was jolted awake by a late-night phone call, his thoughts still hazy as he rushed to pick up Edwin. What could have gone wrong? Why was Edwin embroiled in a midnight argument with Miss Thomas? Chris couldn't believe Laura would possibly kick Edwin out in the middle of the night.

But he didn't dare to ask.

He opened the car door, observing as Edwin climbed in.

Just as Chris was about to shut the car door, a slender figure emerged from the apartment building's entrance. That individual hadn't even had time to slip on shoes and stumbled clumsily.

Tears streaked her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

She never had a romantic relationship before. Her mind was a mess when he ended things like that with her out of the blue. When he left, she finally realized he didn't want her anymore and would never return to her.

He wouldn't hold her in his arms anymore.

He wouldn't cook for her anymore.

The velvet box suddenly lost its meaning.

The engagement ring she had longed for would never grace her finger.

Laura's eyes welled up with tears, but she refrained from breaking into sobs. She had no desire to appear like a child throwing a tantrum in front of Edwin. She simply gazed at him and softly uttered, "Please don't go.”

The night air turned cold.

The streetlights cast their glow on Edwin's prominent features, though his expression remained shrouded in ambiguity.

He regarded Laura in silence.

For the first time, he refrained from worrying about her and picking her up as she walked barefoot. Her leg wound served as evidence of her hurried escape, with blood oozing from the wound that had been torn open in her haste.