Henry Sullivan stood for a moment after crossing the street to the opposite side where Isla Linton was.
Since she was standing here looking at him, it proved she was here to find him.
The only explanation he could think of was that she remembered him.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have come.
But contrary to what Roman Hughes said, she was alone, without any bodyguards.
Since she came, he couldn't just pretend he didn't see her and walk away.
He stood in front of her, keeping a one-person distance: "Isla."
"Henry... long time no see," Isla Linton's voice had a tinge of tears.
He could hear the emotion in her tone, different from when he appeared during the days she got married.
Back then, her gaze towards him was filled with fear.
"You... recognize me now, don't you?"
Isla Linton nodded: "I'm short on time. Could you find a quiet place to talk for a bit?"
"Is a cafe okay?"
"No, find a more secluded place, where no one can find us."
"Is something wrong?"
