a Nic

r to have an accident. I was so shocked to

imothy asked me in concern as he slowed down and gaze

sband's face online," I said to him nervously. Mr. Timothy smiled understan

o look at the face of the man who was abou

e crossed paths, and I mistakenly stepped on him, not k

on, and she never failed to observe all the hand

't from a poverty-stricken home. Her parents were billionaires, but since we graduated from th

search for her online and get her new contact, but she hasn't con

, I apologized to Darlington, not knowing his name, and told him, "I am sorry.

him again. I learned that he may be a final-year student

had aged and become more mature, I thin

I had gone out several times with Esther in the hope of crossing paths with Darlingto

art had accelerated when he held me close to preven

ly before I would drop to the floor like a dummy after getting lo

er a man, and you should form a classic and stone-col

I saw him wearing. Even when he walked away without responding to me, I could see some other yo

myself, "So this ma

xited his profile picture to stare at some of his timeline photos,

at Darlington was single a

Darlington Briggs and the slim, f

nd how he went down on one knee a

ovely they look together and how Darlington captioned the p

. I felt the urge to scream out and tell the driver to s

kids and his future grandchildren. Not only that, I remember

up in the city and whose father is a billionaire, according to how my mother described them and told

eing the photos of Darlington and his girlfriend, and I

wers. A million followers, at least. She was a celebrity

he city, but I still wanted to obey my parents, even if it was the last thing they wanted me to do for them before I finally became an independent woman. I want to get to the Briggs

ther's friend, with the disguise that I was his son's wi

sophisticated like her, and I knew that I would be cast away and labeled as a wicked person for coming into a

drove ahead, continuing driving for hours t