“Hello, Sanford."

Jaelyn looked ethereal in her flowing white dress.

Her makeup exuded an excitement she couldn't conceal.

Sanford had finally taken the initiative to ask her out.

She knew he still harbored feelings for her.

Sanford averted his gaze to hide his emotions. He picked up an empty glass and poured some wine into it.

"Care to join me for a drink?"

Jaelyn sat beside him and said softly, “Didn't you forbid me from drinking?"

A hint of sarcasm flickered in his eyes.

"Didn't you say that you had a full recovery?"

Jaelyn smiled as she replied, "Yes, I have fully recovered. I'LL share a drink with you."

Sanford handed her a glass, and they clinked them together in a toast.

Jaelyn took a delicate sip of wine, her gaze lingering on his Adam's apple, a flicker of obsession gleaming in her eyes.

He was the man she had loved deeply, and that affection hadn't waned a bit.

She couldn't help but wonder, if it weren't for his meddling mother back then, would she have been his wife long ago?

Thinking of this, Jaelyn leaned on his shoulder and whispered,

“Sanford, I have missed you so much."

Over the past few years, she had been with many men, but none could hold a candle to Sanford.

Whether it was their appearance or financial status, none of them was satisfactory.

She had once had the perfect man, so how could she settle for anyone else?