Jimmy's POV
"I was the one who wiped her tears, and I told you, she's not that kind of woman," I said.
The way Evelin looked at me wasn't like those typical attention-seeking glances. Instead, it was the kind of look you'd give a loved one you haven't seen in ages—a gaze filled with deep longing.
Her eyes held something pure and profound.
'Is she really seeing someone else through me? Someone who looks like me?' I wondered to myself.
She had said before that I reminded her of someone she knew.
'What kind of person is it that she knows? What was he like?' I wondered to myself.
The moment that thought crossed my mind, a stabbing pain jolted through my head. I winced, instinctively pressing my fingers to my temple.
"Jimmy, are you getting another headache?" Thorne asked, her voice full of concern.
"Yeah," I replied, my voice low.
"Let's head back to the hotel and get you some medicine. We're going home soon anyway, so we can have Dr. Jude check you out then," Thorne suggested.
