Once the umbrella was no longer needed, Jerome discarded it without hesitation, forgetting that I was still standing in the rain.
But it didn't matter. From the moment he took the umbrella, my heart had already been soaked by the rain. What difference did it make whether I had an umbrella?
The Rolls-Royce engine roared to life as I realized my ID card was still in the car. I hurriedly knocked on the window.
After a long while, Jerome reluctantly lowered it. A stifling odor of perfume and something foul hit me, making me gag. He said, "Tania, I told you to take a taxi home. Jessica and I have things to do at the office. We'll leave first."
"I …" before I could finish, the car sped away. Through the closing window, I caught a glimpse of Jessica's smug grin.
Hours passed. Unwilling to wait any longer, I decided to walk home in the rain.
Just as I braced myself to leave, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I bumped into a warm chest. Looking up, I saw a tall figure in a white coat.
A young doctor, towering at least 1.9 meters, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"I'm heading the same way," His voice was deep and charming.