He sat there, gazing at the slender figure squatting on the side of the road through the windshield. Laura was still there, squatting down, hugging herself, and burying her head in her knees.

Edwin had studied psychology and recognized this posture. He understood that it was a human instinct to seek protection in such circumstances.

Laura's body was drenched, and she trembled from the cold rain.

Edwin took out a cigarette and lit it with trembling hands. He smoked in silence, his black eyes locked on her.

It felt like a silent tug of war. He expected her to leave sooner or later.

After Edwin finished his fifth cigarette, he couldn't sit still any longer.

He opened the car door and got out.

His leather shoes made a distinct sound as they tread on the wet pavement.

Laura looked up, her wet hair clinging to her figure, and her clothes soaked through.

Her long eyelashes were adorned with raindrops, giving her the appearance of a helpless, wet puppy.

When she saw Edwin, a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes, but it soon dimmed. She stared at him, her lips trembling, but she couldn't find her voice.

Edwin looked down at her, not offering a hug or any soft words.

He had decided to separate from her completely, and he couldn't afford to be careless now.

He urged her to leave, but she remained motionless.

Edwin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his tone grew harsh as he said, "Even if you stay here for three days and three nights, it won't change my decision. Tell me, how much more do you want? I'1L give you whatever is reasonable.”

He took out his checkbook, ready to provide her with a financial cushion.

Laura murmured softly, “I don't want your money."

Edwin, trying to maintain his resolve, continued, “You're strong-willed. Then stand up and leave. If you ever see me in the future, avoid me. Don't let yourself be taken advantage of by other men.

Consider this a warning."

Edwin's heart ached as he said these words.