A luxurious business car was parked at the distant street corner, casting a ghostly light under the moonlight. The window slowly rolled down, revealing a man with an unforgettable face—sharp and cold, seemingly tinged with sorrow, like a wounded beast.
Joshua Hughes gazed at the lit window upstairs, where Avery Jane resided. His cold eyes were filled with pain as he glanced at the orange light emanating from the house. He didn't understand how he could have driven himself to such a difficult position—forcing her into the care of another man for her weakened state. Whether or not Avery would fall for Beckett was irrelevant; it was an undeniable fact that Beckett loved Avery. And he, Joshua, had actually allowed Beckett to take Avery away just like that?
