Only asked: "Does your brother know you're leaving?"
Crossley Gibson stopped in front of him, curled her lips slightly, shrugged and said, "No need to tell him, besides the child, we're like strangers."
The woman's tone had a hint of self-mockery as she reached out to pull the car door in the back seat, which David Wright had opened in advance for her.
On the way to see Crossley Gibson off, David Wright kept frowning, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror at the slender, charming figure in the back seat. Seeing the woman turning her head to look out the window, his brows furrowed even more.
His brother hadn't spoken much about Crossley Gibson, David Wright only knew that this woman was with his brother three years ago, and then after an accident lost her memory. When they met again, she was already married.
Now, she has a husband, and his brother has a woman too. Are she and his brother really like strangers now? Can't even be friends!?
