“Thanks. Alright, it’s already late. Your son will get angry if he knew we sleep too late, right? So, we better sleep right now.”
“Yeah.” With a heavy heart, Oprah retired to the guest room, failing to get some sleep.
All the time, she couldn't help but feel envious of Angela's reciprocated love.
Reflecting on her own life, she realized that she had never truly experienced love in the past twenty-some years.
In daze, Burgess' earlier words resonated in Oprah's mind. He had mentioned taking her somewhere the following day.
In response, Oprah messaged him. "Mr. Burgess, I have something to do tomorrow morning, so I can only meet you in the afternoon."
She then set her phone to silent mode and placed it aside.
Unbeknownst to Oprah, Burgess was still awake.
He stared blankly at her tex
