Just as she was about to start the car, someone tapped on the window.
"Get out."
Three years later, William's gaze was sharper than ever, his features more defined with time.
"Emily, don't make me say it again."
Emily glanced at the line of bodyguards behind him, then gently laid Lucas on the seat next to her before stepping out.
William looked at the woman he'd been dreaming of every day for the past three years. He reached out, wanting to touch her face, but she turned away.
"Emily, you're really that cold?"
She let out a bitter laugh. "Not colder than you."
"Come back with me."
Hearing this, Emily snapped, "Can't you just leave me alone, William?!"
"No," he shot back without hesitation.
He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in three years. The regret of
