"Hayes, there's no point in us continuing like this. Let go. You're going to marry Miss Hughes in the end, so what am I?" Stella said with red eyes, and those words echoed again in his ears.
Thinking about Stella, and Knox's recent words, his hand fell powerlessly, and a faint bitterness appeared in his eyes.
Sometimes, he truly envied Knox.
Since childhood, he was groomed to be the successor, leading a life by the book. He knew exactly when he should get married, when he should have children, and when to take over the Simmons Clan...
Everything was arranged, like a clear-cut schedule, with times and tasks listed, and he just followed the tasks outlined step by step.
He was accustomed to such a life, used to obeying family arrangements, he couldn't be like Knox, doing whatever he liked without a care.
