A woman discovers that her future husband is actually her teammate, setting off a tense game of love and regret. As their paths keep crossing, she must decide whether to fight for the relationship or walk away from the betrayal.
I'm not dirty. I remember everything you told me to do. She slipped downstairs by the dorm just now. I helped her up. Maybe it was then. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped. There was actually a trace of joy in his
I won't walk with her next time. Don't cry. I wasn't crying. I was just upset thinking that the next time Mason saw me, he might be annoyed. What you do has nothing to do with me. I said I won't control you anymore. Stop bothering me. Caleb's smile faded a little, but his lips still pressed together.
Still being stubborn, huh? That depressed feeling lasted until early the next morning. I walked out of the apartment building yawning, then froze when I saw the person not far away. Mason Carter stood gray athletic hoodie, training bag on one shoulder. The morning fog was thick,
and the loose hair on his forehead was damp with mist. When he saw me, he slowly walked I brought my phone today. He took out his phone and held out his QR code. Can I still have your contact? My heartbeat grew louder and louder. You waited here this early just to ask me my contact?
Mason pressed his lips together. I didn't know which apartment was yours. Oh, cute. I quickly scanned his code. It's Saturday. What if I didn't come out?
I don't know. Have you had breakfast? Didn't eat, huh? Lucky you. Then I'll give you a chance. Buy me