Chapter 113

"Are you heading over to see someone?" Clara inquired, noting the absence of

the usual file on his knee during the car ride. Today, Dylan seemed off, like he was carrying a heavy burden.

"Yeah," he replied curtly.

Picking up on his somber mood, Clara decided to keep her questions to herself, afraid to probe further. But after about ten minutes, Dylan unexpectedly broke the silence.

"Why'd you stop asking questions?"

His words felt like a sword hanging by a thread above her, threatening to fall. Clara swallowed nervously. "Is it someone important?"

"Very," he nodded, resting his chin on his hand and staring out the window. "When she left, I was shattered."

to admit he was quite the romantic. People often said that only the rich could afford to be hopeless romantics, but that wasn't entirely true. In her materialistic circle, most wealthy

every year. The look on his face spoke volumes. Shelly was loved

reached the West Hill Cemetery, a place guarded by solemn buildings and armed personnel. Someone must've recognized the

countless

Shelly was laid to rest. As she parked, someone respectfully opened Dylan's door. He appeared

didn't dare follow him and quickly agreed,

towards her, heavy and complex. She

her back tense with nerves. He said

one of

RUMS

She stood by the car and waited for about half an hour until another vehicle pulled up.

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