"You don't want to? If you don't.."

"No! Of course, I want to!" Millie replied, her voice filled with surprise and happiness.

She hadn't expected Sanford to change his mind so suddenly.

Getting a wedding dress meant they were moving forward with the wedding.

"Aren't we heading out?" Sanford asked casually as he took a sip of his wine.

“Sure," Millie said as she straightened her clothes and shot a look at Jaelyn.

Seeing Jaelyn lost in thought on the sofa, Millie couldn't help but smirk.

She thought Jaelyn was just a bitch being toyed with by a man and deserved no better.

Once she was married to Sanford, she would deal with Jaelyn slowly.

After Millie left, Jaelyn turned to Sanford with a question she couldn't hold back. “Sanford, are you serious about getting a wedding dress with her? Are you planning to marry her?"

Sanford finished his wine, took out a wet wipe, and cleaned his fingers that had just touched her shoulder before tossing the wipe aside.

“Jaelyn, if you want to live peacefully, you'd better stick to your own affairs!" he warned her.

With that, he stood up and walked away briskly.

Jaelyn remained seated, stunned, feeling as if she'd been slapped.

She slowly raised her hand to her face, only to find her fingertips coming away with blood. Millie had scratched her face earlier.

Tears began to fall without her noticing, blurring the lines between the physical pain and the ache in her heart.

He had ignored her injury. There was a time when he would have defended her and shown concern.

But now...

Sanford's coat was left behind on the sofa. Jaelyn picked it up, pressed it to her face, and let her tears soak into the fabric.

She longed for the way things used to be. Was there any chance they could return to those days?