Of course, what made her even more exasperated was the man who got out of that silver-gray car.
"Judging by your look, the interview wasn't successful again?" Dorian Howards said with a harmless smile.
Alice Conley rolled her eyes, "This doesn't seem to be any of your business, Mr. Howards. Also, how long do you plan on following me?" These past few days, every time she went out, he'd drive and follow her.
"Why, are you afraid I'll follow you until the end of time?" Dorian raised an eyebrow.
Those words... why do they sound so awkward? Until the end of time... she once wished they could, but it turned out they didn't, not even for the few months they dated.
"You can follow if you like, the road doesn't belong to my family. But aren't you afraid I'll misunderstand and think you're still hung up on our past and can't let go?"
Dorian chuckled; she was probably the only one who would describe him with the words "can't let go."
