Even though Keaton made it sound casual, Yanni was a mature person. She keenly sensed the subtle and cautious probing behind his words. She responded straightforwardly, “Are you asking about the divorce?”

Keaton looked at Yanni, but he didn't answer or press further. His deep-set eyes revealed his thoughts, and any lady could understand what he was implying.

After a brief silence, the traffic light turned green. Yanni’s voice was slightly husky as she said, “Drive on.”

Keaton nodded and slowly drove the car. They did not speak for a long time. Yanni turned her face toward the window and looked at the scenery outside.

After a while, Yanni suddenly spoke, "I don’t want to become like Gael, Keaton. A relationship must start cleanly. As of right now, we can only be ex-classmates or you can become my patient. At most, we can be ordinary friends. If you…”

Keaton’s voice was pleasant as he interrupted, “Don’t worry, I won’t overstep.”

Yanni was at a loss for words. Keatontook the words