After the Eight Years of Love I Gave Up novel Chapter 69

Chapter 18

I had thought about what it would be like to meet Cassius again.

With his privileged background and inherent pride.

Our breakup had been peaceful, so if we ever ran into each other, He would either ignore me, or we might exchange polite nods and greetings.

After all, my parents and relatives were all in New York.

Cassius and I also shared some mutual friends.

It was impossible to avoid any interaction for a lifetime.

But I never imagined that this man, so high and mighty, adored by others, Would have such a moment of losing composure and looking disheveled.

At that time, I was in an especially good mood from having slept well, wearing a newly bought nude pink cashmere dress, with beautifully applied makeup.

I looked like a ripe and sweet peach.

I was holding Darius's arm, laughing as we walked out of the revolving door.

Then, I saw Cassius getting out of his car.

I froze for a moment, my steps halting.

Darius's warm fingers gently gripped mine.

Cassius's shirt was a bit wrinkled, his tie undone.

His face showed undisguised weariness, his brows deeply furrowed, eyes bloodshot.

People bustled around us, and a musical fountain nearby played cheerful tunes.

This scene was like slow motion in a movie.

Only I wasn't a spectator, but an unexpected protagonist.

Perhaps Cassius's current appearance was too surprising.