The air suddenly fell silent.
Faye Vaughn looked at Wyatt Hawthorne, a feeling both familiar and long-lost surfacing in her heart.
"The person you love is Miss Chase, isn't it?"
She spoke slowly, a faint, unreadable smile on her lips. "In the three years we were together, I never once made it into your heart, did I?"
A chill entered Wyatt Hawthorne's handsome eyes as he stared at her without answering.
'Zane Shelby must have told her a great deal.'
'She knows about Chloe Chase.'
'But so what?'
'No woman can compare to Chloe Chase.'
'Not even Faye Vaughn.'
"I finally understand why nothing I did could ever warm your heart."
Faye Vaughn sighed softly.
She silently called out to the system in her mind, 'Seven, check Wyatt Hawthorne's current affection value for me.'
[Yes, Host.]
System Seven quickly replied, [Target #1's affection value is holding at 60%.]
Faye hummed. "As expected. No one can compete with the white moonlight who died young."
