I still remember that night. A rainstorm poured over the city, and Marcus had come to pick me up from work. Out of nowhere, a car lost control and came hurtling toward us. In that split second, I thought I was going to die.
But before I lost consciousness, I saw him let go of the steering wheel—choosing to wrap his arms around me instead.
He shielded me with his body.
I walked away with nothing but a few scratches. He spent three days in a coma.
The man standing in front of me had once risked his life for me.
But so what?
Feelings shift in an instant. Love is a long, grueling battle. When you love someone, you would die for them. When you don’t, there’s nothing left—not even a shred of sincerity.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
If I weren’t set to leave in ten days, I wouldn’t even bother playing this game with him.
Looking at that affectionate yet hypocritical face, I forced a smile.
"Marc, you’re overthinking. I’m really not angry," I said lightly. "Tell me, which woman in this city wouldn’t envy me? When you proposed, fireworks lit up the entire skyline for three days. And at our restaurant, anyone who wished us well got a free meal, all at your expense."