The car's window was rolled halfway down. They hugged each other tenderly. Olivia chose to embrace the chance to move on.

Outside the car, a slim man stood quietly.

Raphael studied the two in the car. He watched the girl who had always chased him and declared, “Raphael, you're so handsome," fall into another man's arms. She even hugged him.

He watched as Olivia's trembling lips met Dylan's lips for a chaste kiss.

Raphael's palms tingled.

But he remained numb. He continued staring at Olivia. After several moments, he tore his gaze away from her and laughed to himself. How deep was her love for him back then? How much was it worth?

She finally picked the person who was suitable for her.

When Olivia spotted Raphael, he spun on his heel and left. As he walked past the trash can, he tossed the medicine for stomachache he was holding into it.

Despite everything, Raphael couldn't resist turning to give Olivia a frosty glance.

She just slept with him the night before and now she found comfort in another man's arms. Her affections, it seemed, were easily transferred.

Maybe it was intuition, but as Olivia lifted her gaze, she met Raphael's eyes.

On the street, he stood out in his sharp suit. The day was warm, yet his presence felt chilling. His gaze was icy as he looked at Olivia.

Olivia's lips quivered, but soon she was enveloped in a comforting embrace.

It was Dylan who held her.

He whispered soothingly, “Forget him. From now on, just focus on me."

Pressing her face against the solid strength of Dylan's arm, the softness of her cheek against his muscle painted a picture of perfect harmony. Raphael chuckled softly to himself.

Yes, they were a good match.

She could pair well not just with him, but with others too.

In that moment, Olivia made her choice.

The black limousine passed by Raphael, and the window slowly rolled up. Inside was the little girl who had always pestered him at college, now in the arms of someone else. Just last night, she had sex with him.