In the dim light, the woman's face was pale, looking unusually haggard, seemingly from a long lack of rest.
Bryan White frowned. He had never seen Mabel Doyle like this, completely devoid of her usual sparkle, lost and dejected.
Compared to the last time she cried her heart out in the parking lot, this time, he was even more shocked and alarmed.
"I've made myself very clear, there's no need for us to meet again!" Bryan White coldly turned his handsome face, took one last look at the woman's face, and was about to turn away.
Mabel jolted, rushed forward in large strides, and stood in front of the man, blocking his path.
"Bryan White, don't go yet, give me three minutes, just three minutes. I'll leave as soon as I've asked my questions, I promise not to disturb you!" Mabel's delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted, her lips bloodless, strikingly conspicuous under the lights.
Bryan White furrowed his brows, said nothing, and didn't leave, seemingly consenting silently.
