Grace Parker's eyes were slightly sore, the atmosphere between them suddenly shifted, making her feel like she was in a dream, still hard to believe even now.
For this, she had to thank the woman from last night. If she hadn't run away, things between them would probably have remained unchanged.
"Tomorrow's the last day off, right? You're heading to the US the day after?" Seeing him put down the bowl, Grace Parker gathered her thoughts, raised a smile, resting her chin on her hands, her gaze openly filled with infatuation.
"Yeah." The man responded, looking at her, recalled last night's events, then softly asked, "Last night… did I hurt you?"
He felt confused and more regretful, the thing he most wished wouldn't happen had happened, and he barely retained any memory of it!
Lorraine Hanson couldn't forgive himself in his heart, yet his emotions didn't show.
"No, you didn't…" Hearing such intimate words, Grace Parker's face flushed, she lowered her head, feeling uneasy.
