Ethan Quinn expected Amelia Lockhart to ask him to stay. He even deliberately slowed his pace, but by the time he reached his room, he still hadn't heard a single word from behind him.
Ethan Quinn's gaze fell as he sat on his bed, lost in a daze.
He had always loved her without reservation, with a fiery passion. The slightest response from her was enough to make his heart leap for joy.
As if his love had been answered.
But it was all just a fantasy, like a fogged-up window. Once the mist dissipated, the cruel reality behind it would be revealed.
Amelia Lockhart was avoiding him. He knew it.
But when it came to the woman he loved, he had no idea how to control his emotions.
In silence, Ethan Quinn took a shower. After drying his hair and stepping out of the bathroom, he glanced up at the clock on the wall.
It was already two in the morning.
Ethan Quinn walked over to his bed, ready to turn in, when he suddenly noticed a faint lump under the covers.
