Behind her, Mabel Doyle stood stunned, staring at the man's back disappearing into the distance, her face ashen.
It's time to wake up, really wake up! She clenched her fists, her body beginning to tremble slightly.
The first meeting in three years, and probably the last? He regarded her with disdain, not even glancing at her.
Can this still not wake her up!?
Mabel curled her lips into a smile, a bitter one, her pale face sank to utter despair; at this moment, her heart felt as if it were being forcibly torn apart, her entire being plunged into an abyss.
"Mabel...?..." Her friends gathered around, seemingly noticing her off-color expression, anxiously inquiring, "Who is he? Are you two...?"
Being women, intuition was particularly strong; seeing the atmosphere between the two, they had guessed most of it.
