bChapter /b40

Listening bto /bthis, I couldn’t help but smile bbitterly /bin my heart.

All these byears /bbI /bhad abandoned myselfb, /bcentering my life entirely around Ferris, always revolving around them.

Now getting such an assessment from Heather was indeed not unfair.

But I wouldn’t bbe /bblike /bthis anymoreb. /b

Thinking this, I was about bto /bspeak when several people happened to walk toward us.

“Miss Vargan!”

They bwere /bobviously looking for Heather.

Seeing meb, /bthey looked me over and asked: “Miss Vargan, who is this?b” /b

Heather didn’t mention that I was her sister–inw, just said coldly: “A friend.”

After saying this, she left surrounded by that group of people.

Heather refused to acknowledge my identity. If this had been before, I might have felt sad and hurt.

bBut /bnow I no longer cared.

The day before the medical conference, Milo and I arranged to meet at the entrance of the convention center.

Early Saturday morning, shortly after I drove out, my car suddenly shuddered and stalled. Then a car rear–ended me from behind, causing a chain reaction

ident.

sharp braking sounds and cursing filled the air. The driver behind was emotionally agitated, and the entire road section was in chaos.

After apologizing to the other drivers, I immediately called for emergency services and waited for rescue personnel to arrive.

However, this would take a very long time to handle, and I was in a hurry to attend the conference-

bCar /bbroke down?b” /b

bAt /bthis moment, a lowb, /bclear male voice suddenly came from behind and to the side.

looked up.

Evan Warrick.

Why was it him?

bHe /bwalked over from the sidewalk, sunlight nting across his tall figure. His suit jacket was draped over his arm, his face wearing its usual cold expression, out his gaze fell on me with some indescribable meaning.

b[/bresponded with a t “mm,” not really wanting to deal with him.

I first called Milo to inform him of my situation, then told him to go ahead without waiting for me, and I woulde over after handling this.

“These traffic idents are quite troublesome to handle.”

By the time I finished dealing with this and got thereb, /bthe conference would probably be over.

Milo said: “Wait a moment, I’ll contact someone to help you, but it’ll probably take at least half an hour before they can get to you.”

It’s fine, I can enterte.b” /b

bAfter /bhanging up, I was about to bmunicate /bwith the other bdrivers /bwhen Evan bsuddenly /bsaid: b“/bb111 /bbhave /bsomeone handle bthings /bhere for you. Where bdo /byou need to bgo/bb? /bbI’ll /bbgive /byou a bride/bb./bb” /b

I was stunned and looked up at him.

bFive /bminutester, bI /bwas sitting in bhis /bcar.

bWe /bsat side by side bin /bbthe /bback seatb, /bwith a few bfeet /bbof /bbdistance /bbbetween /bus, but the air was filled with a subtle sense bof /bpressure.

“Thank byou/b.”

“bNo /btrouble at allb,/bb” /bhe replied indifferently.

bNo /btrouble at allb… /b

bOnce /bupon a timeb, /bhe found even looking at me a waste of time.

When bwe /bmet at the car dealership before, bit /bended rather unpleasantly.

But this time, he had obviously reduced his hostility toward me. But why?

Evan was busyb, /btaking several phone calls after getting in the car.

This made me breathe a sigh of reliefb. /b

We weren’t familiar with each otherb, /band sharing such a small space was quite ufortable for me.

More than forty minutester, the car arrived at the destination.

I got out and politely said to Evan: “Thank you.”

Evan nodded without much responseb. /b

Shortly after I left, a ck luxury sedan stopped next to Evan’s car.

Ashley thought she was seeing things..

She bgot /bout and checked the license te before confirming she wasn’t mistaken.

She knocked on Evan’s bcar /bwindow.

The window slowly rolled down, and Ashley bent down to look: “Evan, it really is you.”

Then she added: “Howe you’re here too?”