On the other side, after separating from Charlotte Thompson, Annie Anne hailed a taxi upon leaving the bar.
Afterwards, she took out her phone, ready to dial Oliver Hudson's number.
But as she stared at Oliver Hudson's name in the contact list, Annie Anne's fingertip paused in front of the screen.
It's been such a long time since she last met Oliver Hudson.
By now, Oliver Hudson should have already been abroad.
So what significance does it have for her to call him now?
If her call were to disrupt Oliver Hudson's peaceful life, what then?
Annie Anne's shoulders drooped slightly, causing the little hope blossoming in her heart to fade once again.
Annie Anne had to admit, she was timid.
Perhaps this was her choice all along; were she truly brave, she would have confessed her feelings back then.
Thinking of this, Annie Anne sighed, placing her hand on the driver's seat while leaning forward.
"Sorry, driver, could you change the route? I want to go somewhere else."
