Noah and Gwynn walked out of the building.

An orange hue blanketed over the entire city outside. The setting sun was the only thing holding heaven and Earth together.

Behind them, they could hear the sound of someone smashing stuff. It was probably Archibald losing his temper.

She stopped in her tracks.

Turning his head sideways, he looked at her and asked softly, “Are you having second thoughts? Did you regret making that decision?”

Raising her head, she looked at the evening light and chuckled dryly, “I’m just thinking that he’s old. He shouldn’t be having a fit this intense.”

Back then, Archibald overheard Anderson’s confession of love for her. If only he hadn’t gotten furious and let her turn his grandson down, then everything would’ve been different today.

Reminiscing the past had always made her feel dispirited. At the next moment, she looked at Noah and said, “Let’s go!”

Later, both of them got into the car. She was buckling up when she asked, “How did you know I was