His cool gaze swept across the crowd, and a flicker of surprise flashed through his icy eyes when he saw Nancy Hughes.
He quickly averted his gaze from her face and turned to speak to the man walking beside him.
Nancy Hughes stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at Dylan Heston as he pretended not to see her. 'Our eyes clearly met for a second. Why did he look away? Why is he pretending he doesn't know me?'
The cracks in the wall of trust she had built began to spread wider and wider, and an indescribable pain welled up from deep within her.
It hurt so, so much—enough to make her want to cry.
Dylan Heston and the other man walked straight ahead, leaving without a single glance back.
Her gaze followed him until his car disappeared from sight.
Dejectedly, she looked away and lowered her head.
She returned home in the evening. The sun had been unusually harsh, beating down on her head and making her feel dizzy.
